Today I told my mother I loved her

and she smiled
and her smile smiled
and her voice sounded like
something almost holy
when she said she loved me, too.

There is something
I cannot forgive myself for.
There is something
you should know about my mother.

See, my mother had hoped
for a body that does not know
how to be sickened by love,
how to be so miserable
it swallows your entire being, 
how to reach for another person
and not end up on the other side
of yourself. 

And I don’t know how to fix it;
this soul-wrecking, earth-shaking
graveyard of a body.
These ruins of something so tragic
we can no longer talk about
over dinner, not even
when the truth rings in the air
like a church bell, or a smoke alarm -

not even then.

Reviews

[Planet x]

Wonderful style , I love it
I am sure your mom loved it too

[Ted Kniffen]

Anne;
This is a wonderful description of a horrible situation. Well written.

[anne]

a very late reply, but thank you very much! x

[Sourav]

I love the flow of this poem especially the way it begins. It certainly has some charm in it. I liked it. Well written.

[Inject Positivity]

What a beautiful work my frnd... Powerful work which has become a priceless piece by your poetic touch... You have a unique way with words, no doubt about it...

Sincerely
Dhiman

[anne]

Thank you for your beautiful words. Thank you so much.

[samparks,sam]

Oh! Great nice . good feeling

[anne]

Thank you so much!

[Kesha]

Wow. This leaves me absolutely speechless, I love it.

[anne]

Thank you so, so much for all of your kind words. They mean more than I can tell.