Wednesday, October 19, 2016
DMC: "Mother, Mine" by B. J. Lee
gone from me too soon.
It’s hard to catch a glimpse of you
in my mind’s eye—
your face blurring,
then disappearing with the years.
My brothers tell me,
“You laugh just like Mom.”
“Who does she dress like?”
and, “If she isn’t the spittin’ image…”
as they elbow each other
in shadowed corners.
On the telephone I always get,
“You sound just like your mother.”
Do people honestly think
it doesn’t bother me to hear that?
The trouble is, they aren’t thinking.
When I sobbingly question my father
about his now sidelong glances,
he admits, “I find it difficult
to look you full in the face.”
I run for my room.
sees her in me.
Maybe it’s the only way
I have of truly seeing her.
© 2010 B.J. Lee. All rights reserved.
Note from B.J.: This poem is a remembrance of the time period just after my mother's untimely passing when I was seventeen.
Kenn Nesbitt has challenged us to write poems for our mothers this month. Click HERE for more details.
Post your poem on our October 2016 padlet. All contributions will be included in a wrap-up celebration on Friday, October 28th, and one lucky participant will win an autographed copy of Kenn's delightful new anthology, forthcoming from Little, Brown Books for Young Readers on November 1, 2016: