Pam Newham – Revelation

June 30, 2014 | By | 1 Reply More

My mother made me bring you home for tea.
“Be nice to her,” she said.
“Her mommy passed away, you know.”
So you came and to be honest
all I have left is a memory of pale eyes
and tight white pigtails with bows.
Once you came for tea and I was nice.
Just an afternoon and a girl
with pigtails and pale eyes
and that moment when I knew
mothers die.


Category: Knowing

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  1. Donna J. Dotson says:

    Very nice! The brevity of this piece adds to the power of the voice. I was a little stunned when I read those final words, but almost instantly realized that it could never have been anything else. Thank you for sharing.

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