Mum used to take us to the beach, Eight Saturday’s during about eight summers, And she had smiled as if she were twenty-two; A golden wonder in that sun, A crazy diamond. Mum helped us build our Castles With her own small hands And her own not knowing, This life is happier When we are not alone, My girl. The beach we spent summer days on, Warm bathing and skin, Was washed up the last time we drove down there, About an hour, Not too far. During a bad time, Like living out of a Pontiac Sunfire, Raped of her love, A struggle with living still. We drove there hoping that the old may feel new again, But it was the end of October, And that was our mistake. Only about five small steps of a photograph remained; The rest just gone, washed away. And she cried, Standing there under a red moon horizon, One Saturday away from winter. I hadn’t seen my brother since the previous September. I held her hand tight, strong from building castles. And I held her hand. This life is happier, when we are not alone, my girl.
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AuthorThese words are written by Sam. She is the author of Bloom, Poetry and Prose, and Until I Feel Like My Own Mother, enjoys sitting in the sun, eating fruits, and making people smile. Archives
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