04-17-2014, 04:41 AM
One mom, two moms
I heard her jeep before I saw
the dust coming up the gravel road
leading to my house.
She knew I’d be alone.
I wouldn’t let her in, so we sat
on the porch and she prayed over me
hands trembling and weak.
She talked to me about you
and whispered what I had to do.
I don’t know why I listened.
She’s still “the neighbor” after the move
and mom hosts her often, without you.
My chair feels harder when she’s there,
my throat too tight to swallow.
I let mom speak, and wave goodbye.
I heard her jeep before I saw
the dust coming up the gravel road
leading to my house.
She knew I’d be alone.
I wouldn’t let her in, so we sat
on the porch and she prayed over me
hands trembling and weak.
She talked to me about you
and whispered what I had to do.
I don’t know why I listened.
She’s still “the neighbor” after the move
and mom hosts her often, without you.
My chair feels harder when she’s there,
my throat too tight to swallow.
I let mom speak, and wave goodbye.
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The howling beast is back.
The howling beast is back.