just a sombre reflection


my mother never listens to music anymore

My mother never listens to music anymore.
She used to swivel her hips in the kitchen
Singing along to 80's movies soundtracks,
Or fight a cry while Janis yowled.

But now her days are silent.

Occasionally, a brick red sunset finds
Her for me, moving along that boulevard
Or this boulevard.
More and more she looks like a woman
I do not know, would not talk to,
Might give spare change.

Perhaps she remembers the words
To her favorite song as she carries on;
Her tired bones.

Perhaps she remembers home, or what once was home.
Perhaps her children's faces rush through her mind
As does the drug through the blood.
Perhaps it is foolish to hope to one day hear my mother sing again.




Poetry by halfjack
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Written on 2013-05-24 at 04:13

Tags Mother  Loss  Homeless 

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Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
Sombre, yes, and quite spare. The way that this poem is written perfectly matches its subject.
2013-05-26


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2013-05-26



This is such an illuminating and emotional text that conveys a tangible sadness. It induced a pause whilst I contemplated my own thoughts on how I could cope if my own mother should stop singing her songs.

Language: 5
Format: 5
Mood: 5
Overall: 5
2013-05-25


shells
A sad, emotional, reflective look at a life, beautifully portrayed.

Language: 5
Format: 5
Mood: 5
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2013-05-24


Elle The PoetBay support member heart!
I wonder how many people have lost loved ones like this, so that memories seem like an illusion, very poignant.

Elle
2013-05-24



Excellently done.

Language: 5
Format: 5
Mood: 5
Overall: 5
2013-05-24