She is ...
sacked bones
skin-sunken wrap
leathery and fragile
aged mother of mine
swung from bed to wheelchair
like bale of hay
memories falling from lift
like chaff
half-slung over
where forgiveness sits
on sorrow’s stiff chair
slumped over her breast
leaning against me
like heaven to my earth
kneading each other
with reasons to know
this is spirit in flesh
this shrinking vessel
I place my truths in
Author notes
My birth family found me just as mother turns 90....her fear of my reaction to her was great..because she did not know...I would have died with a plea to her on my lips.
A contest entry
- Empty Vessel by Heart Sutra.
950 points, ended May 17, 2007, 23 entries
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Comments
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What a profound experience for you. Beautiful poem.
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It certainly is....and we are making up for lost time.
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this is very moving, a lovely write. thanks for sharing it here in the contest...
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ty AJ.....life has me in its heart just now.
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