poMotion poetry

The Forgotten Mother

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There is a splat stain high
On her chest above the heart
That rolls between
Her formless breasts to stop
On her stomach red
And sticky in the folds
Of an over sized t-shirt
It must be jelly
From a slapdash breakfast
For the still hungry boy
Who strains at her arm
Though the lines on her face
Would make you think
It’s the remnants of sacrifice

She has forgotten something
But there is no time to go back
She is alone
She mutters it under her breath
Too much on my mind

And still the hungry child
Strains at her arm
And still she plods forward
Motherhood is not supposed to be easy
She knew it she knows it
But somehow it’s not
Supposed to be like this
Plodding and alone
Her great mother’s arms
Flailing falling through cracks
Forgotten they are all
Forgotten and none of us
Are innocent anymore

By Noah West


Written by lickmypoetry

August 10, 2010 at 8:39 pm

Posted in poem, poetry

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3 Responses

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  1. i was stunned with this -its beautiful and oh so real-thank you for sharing it with us-


    August 10, 2010 at 8:50 pm

  2. Such a fine portrait of a person’s moment in time…so nicely presented.


    August 11, 2010 at 1:51 pm

  3. I love when we dwell into the mind
    to find
    unborn thoughts
    which become poems to listen to…
    I hear you, Noah.

    dld self narration

    August 14, 2010 at 5:17 am

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