Three things about his mother he
knew for certain:
She went to the cinema as an
excuse to cry somewhere other than
the shower.
She stole one item per supermarket
shop, and took the tomatoes
off the truss before checkout.
Her hands smelled like soap
and her lap smelled like old apples.
Three things about his mother he
did not know for certain:
How he could be a man in her eyes
How first he had caught up to her
shoulders, and then;
How suddenly she was small.
Poem #5 was released yesterday...
Poem #5 was released yesterday...
4 comments:
A good wild one, that one.
I remember a time when detrussing was efficient. The price difference appears to have evaporated lately.
I think this 9 of spades is got a little sadder in the time it took me to comment.
I missed this when you posted. I love it.
Thanks, both of you.
I'm worried this sad yet beautiful poem has been thrown out by staff!
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