My Late Mom
Her face is tilted
She just silently stare at me
She doesn’t talk to me no more
Her smiles not as reassuring as I remember
“Talk to me”, I whispered
Nothing! Just more stares
I smiled and turned her around,
She didn’t giggle
I set her down and start
making funny faces
She just keeps staring
Her beautiful oval face,
black hair and powerful lips
still a work of nature
Her face still in that same position
it had always been
Why won’t you talk to me?
I have a lot happening in my life
you need to know
I need your guidance
’cause I’m afraid,
afraid I’m no longer that innocent
child you once knew;
one who hardly got angry
You was always here but for some time now,
you’ve quietly slipped away
Tired of gesticulating and perambulating,
I took the large frame and
hung it back on the wall
where she had always been
Maybe one day, she will finally speak
to her daughter again!
Copyright © Whyte Queen | Year Posted 2017
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