Fifty-Three, The Fatal NumberA Poem by Kadie TeeAn elegy that I wrote for my mother... it was assigned in Creative Writing, but it flourished into something quite different.
I sit staring blankly at nothing at all, Blaming myself for unreasonable things. I haven’t a clue what occurred in this place; A blur; a whirlwind; A rapid silent film repeating itself.
No sound, no noise; no laughter, no voice. The house lie silent without its most important resident. Shoes collect dust; she walks no more. Scissors collect rust and hair grows wild Without her professional hand To guide the blades along. The garden wilts under the cold, cloudy sky Mourning for its caring mother, Impatiently awaiting the day she returned. A red rose stretches its gaunt stem desperately Searching for some sign of the warmth she emanated. Slowly drying and dying , it shrivels Refusing any other helping hand but hers alone: A hand that would never come. Her chestnut hair and deep, wise eyes Are immortalized in photographs and memories alone Her elegant hands show wear Her posture, a ballerina’s envy And her slight wrinkles show character Character that cannot be replaced by any. Her arms would wrap warmly in a maternal embrace; I can almost smell her perfume; Feel my head resting on her shoulder; Hear my laughter echoing after one of her jokes. Her humor, wit Creativity unmatched. And as I think on her, I lie here realizing My mother of 16 years, Very real and once very much alive, Does not lie in a tomb or a coffin; But in a container no larger Than one of her small jewelry boxes. People approach me and send me their sorrows, Wishing it didn’t happen; hoping that I’m fine. I nod and they turn away puzzled, bewildered Wondering why I find it hard to reply. Tears well up and I force them away; Strength that doesn’t exist in my weakened state Keeps me sane; keeps me alive; keeps me moving forward. She was a woman of pure strength, I know; She tells me that she admires me so. I keep on going, trudging on through Because I know she’d want me to. © 2008 Kadie TeeReviews
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4 Reviews Added on February 8, 2008 AuthorKadie TeeThe Slums of Monte Delentino, MIAboutHey hey there... how are we today? Fantastic; me too. Now that we have that out of the way, let me tell you something about myself and my writing. I seem to have a sarcastic, pessimistic view of the w.. more..Writing
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