The last time I saw my mother,
she did not look like this.
The last time I saw my mother,
her hair was white and uncombed,
her eyes tired, voice uncertain
like someone who's not sure
where she's going
or with whom.
The last time I heard that voice
she said come live with me
and I said yes
but my father said no.
Thursday, June 4, 2009
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