She was soft and round,
with hard edges
I couldn’t see.
When she laughed,
the neighbors heard
and when she cried,
no one did.
She planted a vegetable patch
end-to-end where a rainbow of irises bloomed.
Her back porch was covered with Astroturf
and baskets full of bleeding hearts.
She had two husbands,
but needed neither one.
She bought my first Easter dress
and sold me my first house.
On a good day,
I hear her in my mother’s laughter.
On a really good day,
I see her in mine.
April is National Poetry Month so I’ve pledged to write 30 poems this month. Theoretically, that’s one per day but as long as I finish the month with thirty, I’ll consider that a win. Read more about National Poetry Month at the WordPress Blog.
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