When You See It Was Never There

June 9, 2010
By JessicaAnne SILVER, Los Angeles, California
JessicaAnne SILVER, Los Angeles, California
7 articles 4 photos 0 comments

Favorite Quote:
"Don't ever waste your days, doing not what you dream to do."


Tonight I watch my mother’s eyes,
As she feels her aching temples grow.
Knowing I’ve been living in my mind,
She called me softly to the patio.
Lately my life’s been a sigh, so I comply.
Tonight, California, where I once
Thought that I was better than good enough,
Shows me my mother, who squirmed free,
Flung herself down and crawled away from a rotting fate,
And cries, pushing down those trees she planted long ago.

Gently her hands cover her broken nose-her Cherokee eyes-her crumpled bloom.
She has been proud of me, believing
I have grasped my time with milky tears and done my best
Of place among others who perhaps have no milk left to give.
I will not awaken her.
I have come outside, without clout or proof
To display. Anxious, disillusioned and timid
I scoot closer to her on the couch, the throb
Of an ugly guilt gushing through my form, and my eyes
Become moons in the desert.



Similar Articles

JOIN THE DISCUSSION

This article has 0 comments.





MacMillan Books

Aspiring Writer? Take Our Online Course!