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A Mother Hidden From View
A Mother Hidden From View
There was a mother hidden from view
except for a story when her life was through.
She was a background voice I often heard
to which I dared to speak a word.
I learned about her later you see
reading all the obituary.
She was a red-haired stylish lady
not like me, gray haired sixty-six crazy.
But she watched old movies and so did I
shopped and got new clothes to buy
manicured nails, strong and brave
each of us with a child in the grave.
There were many things we could have said.
Did she like the old version or the new movie instead?
Do you think I should color my hair or keep it gray?
She seemed as someone who’d have value to say.
This mother is gone that was hidden from view
except for a story when her life was through.
I wonder if it could possibly be
that she just didn’t want to know me.
5/18/19
The person referred to in this poem is not a blood relative of mine.
Copyright ©
Janis Thompson
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