Holding on and letting go... |
They are one and the same
Worn and threadbare
With holes and spots
Dulled by years of use
A source of distress
A source of comfort
Evidence of living while dying
My hand holds it suspended
Hovering over the trash
I release my grasp ever so slightly
I feel its' layers begin to slip through my fingers
I clench my fist and draw it close
Unable to let it go
I breathe it in
Again
And then again
I am wrapped in repulsion and desperation
Wrapped in longing for my momma
Allowing what remains to cling to me
My mother's robe
My mother's mind
They are one and the same
I bathe it in chemicals
I bathe it in music
Feeble attempts to remove the years
I sew on patches
Closing the holes
But the threads are so bare
They do not hold
My mother's robe
Continually worn for three years now
Has been at my house for ten days
She hasn't asked for it once
Like everything else
It is gone from her mind
My mother's robe
My mother's mind
They are one and the same
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ReplyDeleteBeautifully written. Sad, poignant, and heart felt.
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