Ma Belle
Ma Belle
We have many calls in which she mainly talks
about the phone–”this one” that’s
“not working” or–”wait”–this one
that’s “better.”
I should write her more letters.
Only I think she likes–”wait”–
conversation–
“no, let me try
this one–”
She doesn’t actually have
so many.
We proceed
by misdirection–
“Thursday,” I say;
“Tuesday?”
“THURSday,”
“Tuesday–”
She tells me of the one, two, three, four, five
saved meals (on wheels)
that we can have when
I come”Tuesday, right?”
“THURSday–”
“wait–let me try
this one–”
It almost sounds funny
written down.
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draft little poem for Real Toads Open Platform and some number for April, National Poetry Month.
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April 27, 2016 at 2:00 am
It does sound funny… but it can never be. Of course if your mother remember this is important… in my mother’s case I could say wednesday and she would have forgotten anyway…
April 27, 2016 at 3:06 am
Almost … but pierces my heart too.
April 27, 2016 at 8:52 am
Miscommunication takes on a life of its own.
April 27, 2016 at 12:35 pm
Beautifully written 🙂
April 27, 2016 at 1:26 pm
This is very, very familiar! Well done, K.
April 27, 2016 at 5:34 pm
Beautiful but I also felt somewhat sad. Thanks.
Greetings from London.
April 27, 2016 at 11:42 pm
She sounds like my mother-in-law. I miss her never getting a conversation right talks.
April 28, 2016 at 1:42 am
Poignant and so sadly identifiable to too many – smashing poem k. x