My young mother, her face narrow(From The Flashboat: Poems Collected and Reclaimed by Jane Cooper. Copyright © 2000 Jane Cooper.
and dark with unresolved wishes
under a hatbrim of the twenties,
stood by my middleaged bed.
Still as a child pretending sleep
to a grownup watchful or calling,
I lay in a corner of my dream
staring at the mole above her lip.
Familiar mole! but that girlish look
as if I had nothing to give her—
Eyes blue—brim dark—
Calling me from sleep after decades.
Monday, December 10, 2012
Just absolutely beautiful
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