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A Glimpse of Mamma

mamma held the whiskey bottle
in small yellow hands
with dirty/short nails
their polish peeling like hers.
jaded/hard eyes with fear in each iris
watched me with something akin to love
similar but more unsure.

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Sharon Winter

April 25, 2009 at 1:55 PM

A most revealing and interesting glimpse at that. Well written indeed. Love, Shar

Charlene Bird

April 24, 2009 at 6:42 PM

This is excellent and you give a vivid picture. Another knock out by the man!

Charmaine Chircop

April 24, 2009 at 3:21 PM

I LOVE THE GLIMPSE OF MAMMA;-)CHARMA

Carolyn Devonshire

April 23, 2009 at 8:44 PM

Wow, Brian, the woman you describe sounds so much like my grandmother. "Something akin to love" is what she offered with her harsh words and stares. I always remembered that when others in the family judged my mother and her battle with depression. Brilliant work!

Christopher Higgins

April 23, 2009 at 10:33 AM

This is strong...polish peeling like hers..the shine of her fingers plus the shine from her beauty..such strong images...the last three lines are very strong.