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Mom is MORE than just a word
it is the woman lying there
beneath that unrepentant earth
Her boned knuckles clutched around
the off-white King James Version Bible
we buried with her
Because it was her favourite book
Though it had leaves that were falling out
it had many verses underlined and I felt
Those words she read to comfort her
during hard times alive
Might help her as she ventured into the unknown
It was that same Bible that fed her Faith
and prayers which she tried to leave with us
As she died without leaving a will,
As what would be the point?
There was nothing to be divided up
or shared anyways!
She lived and farmed on ‘family plots’
from generation to generation
We also buried her with her glasses
Cause she could never see without them
And to this day I am still aghast
That her best friend,
Aunt Dor [Doris] insisted that we gave HER
As where ‘Amy was going she naah go need dem!’
I barely held my peace
When some years later,
My brother Dave told me that Aunt Dor who was older than my mother
is now blind
But refuses to die
MOMS make the world seem a better place
Less frightening somehow
She is tangible.. visible confirmation
of the ‘medium’ via which we entered this world
The ceremonial goddess whose ‘templed’ body
‘hosted’ our 2nd most important rite of passage.
My mom’s bosom held icy mint sweeties
Unless they were in her black bag hung on a nail behind her bedroom door.
#Remembering and Missing my mom