Two Old Poems on Mother's Day
From the Blog gollgappayA poem written 6 or 7 years ago. Posting it here to celebrate my mother on Mother's Day. *My Mother's Voice* My mother's voice is like her belly, four times pregnant, loose now and soft, injured, healed, scarred. My mother's voice is aged with cancer, the quiet, tricksy beast that ate her breast, cracked, guarded, uncertain. She says she is half the woman she used to be with one breast gone. I say to this warrior who birthed me, your scars are proud battle wounds, the one across your belly and the one that is left of your breast make you twice the woman, and to me, twice the mother. My mother's voice is like jasmine scent in my dreams. she speaks and sings to heal my hurts, because her voice can travel farther than her body. Her voice can embrace me when she cannot. ------------pakistanblogs.blogspot.comRead Full Post
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