My mother smiles
as if
she’s just
been kissed,
taking me in
through misplaced eyes.

More of her mind
absconded
each time we meet,
but there,
in the bygone simplicities
of black and white,
she stands proud
as a sentry
on her wedding day,
next to a man
she has forgotten

smiling,
as if
she’s just
about to be kissed.



Comments

[larry jordan]

This is haunting. The language, masked by its simplicity, digs its nails under the skin.

larry