366 Days of Writing · Original Posts · Poetry

Day 129: Mom

Who do you remember first?

I mean, the first person you remember ever.

 

Now, don’t you pretend that

you have to wrack your memory-

it’s not a dusty old house with a lifetime of rubbish inside.

 

The truth? The truth is

we forget most of the detritus,

the bits of an ordinary life

are ordinary- they don’t need their own boxes.

 

But the boxes we keep:

they shine.

We polish and preen them, bring them out to use with company,

or keep them tucked away

only for ourselves. Some things are personal

after all.

 

But-

we all have one memory

utterly the same.

That first face.

 

Mom. Mammy.

Mama. Mother.

Maman. Mere.

 

It doesn’t matter what you call her-

it doesn’t matter where you are-

in your first memory,

she was there.

 

Happy Mother’s Day!

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5 thoughts on “Day 129: Mom

      1. Loved it 🙂
        Hey I’m sorry to bother but you’re such an amazing writer and I’m a newbie here so I would love if you checked out my blog and drop in some advice? I’m sorry and it’s fine if you don’t 🙂
        Once again, I loved that mom post ugh ❤

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