nadia (portiblelog) wrote in braintango,
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One Helluva Woman

If I had had to have been a Catholic broad
I would've been you

with your cropped hair
that rose and complimented
your forehead
a little too much
with your Irish cheeks that lay
flat
against the bone
With your petite disposition
and your like
of being big
still small with
your nails filed
perfect
even as they aged
Even while you did the dishes
While you fed your children
From your freezer, because
it was the
thing
to do
It almost
made you more.
You were far superior
to Betty Crocker
or Lucy O Ball
you were not in a box
or black and white
ever lacking
pizazz
Despite your frank obedience
to what you believed
in
and that was
all worn in your perfume

You were a machine
for twenty years
popping out aunt after uncle
(to me)
never seeming
or smearing your
make up
or cracking a frown
in front
of closed doors
You were like a light
gone
leave it to beaver
but you were left to
your own
very often

that's what I picked up

When I was born
and
you got down on your hands
and your knees
who hurt, but
you didn't care

I remember
your voice
smelled good
and cultured with all
the
goos
and the
gahs
and all the
mothering
that you did your best on
for those twenty
years
forty
years
that I wasn't around

and Grandpa would stand
admiring
waiting
in the background
In the bedroom
thick neck
doctor bag
and his medals
when he fought death
in world war II

and you still loved him
when he lost his hair

But we
never spoke much
because the land
and the cancer
was too far
and I had drama
of my own

But when you died
I didn't believe them
I cried
but memory
was all that seemed to exist
of you
so you
were alive
to me
For me
regardless of
whether your body
was in a box
or a house

but never colorless

and
You smiled
as I crawled
to your arms
and
your children say
I remind them
very much
of you

I didn't know you
long enough
to say that I remind me
of you
but
You were one helluva woman
so
I'm glad
that we're so relative.

In the eyes
of all that said, “goodnight”
to you
on
a regular basis.

Who came home
to your skirts
and retro heels
and your bright round face
who said
“what did you learn
today?”

over cookies
under milk
with no resilience
And when you thought
you wanted more
you realized that
you'd had enough
and that you'd had
it all
all
along

so the dream
of books
was passed to me

so

you get all
the copyrights

behind my name
And if there is a heaven

You can ask me
when I go
what I learned
To-Life.



Name: Gil
From: Los Angeles

found this under a poetry search, and liked the site. I hope that I'm not too Poe related, or angsty... I notice that nobody really seems to post anymore. Sad.
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