Wednesday, April 17, 2013

17/30: In which the wolf is not so big nor bad

In the video, I am almost in
my mother's lap, but not quite.
She is holding a book with one arm
around me; I am not yet four.  I struggle
to read the words, letters leading into
syllables climbing into words, I sound
it all out awkwardly, aware that there is
a camera and pretending I am not.
My mother laughs with love when I get
a whole sentence out.  She is proud
as a whole mountain, and in this moment
I can believe that there was once a time,
however brief, that she loved me.


emilystrange said...

Sometimes I wish these poems had "like"buttons because I want to show you that your poetry is meaningful and beautiful but I can't think of the right words to use to express that!

Taidgh Lynch said...

I like: 'she is proud as a whole mountain' and 'letters leading into syllables climbing into words'

I really enjoy following your poetry. Thanks for posting.