Wednesday, September 21, 2011

Embroidery



She wove words upon us
Webs spun between trees

Let me tell you
Your father was so
Just wait, you’ll see

Constant talk
Constant stories
To teach
Inform
Warn
Control

At the end
She troubled threads
Bits of broken nets

Tell me something
Where are the kids
Who was that

Then memory let go of time
Her uncle’s state hospital
Became her hospice
Her age fell into flux
Her voice unraveled

Be sweet
I love you
Come back


(September 2011)

1 comments:

Donna said...

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Maman