The poem's stanzas rhyme in pairs, ABCD, as in my previous poem, 'As Seen' posted on 21 October 2017.
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At eighty-nine she died
Shrunken and crumble-boned,
Painfully little known
By her two ageing sons;
A
chapel girl, she’d hide
Emotion,
though flat-toned And with a chiding frown
Would indicate that once,
So
very long ago,
Things
had gone well before Her mother’s early death,
Her husband’s shock demise;
Exile
from Pontyglo
And
from her sons was sore –One tamed by his wife’s breath,
The other wreathed in sighs.
Wheelchair
encased and ill,
Rarely
quitting her room,Her life a sadness mixed
Of frustrate love and grief,
She died – that grief
was still;
Coffined
in her last homeShe slept like someone vexed:
Thus my mother in brief.
Now
I am old I find
Myself
replete in her –A puzzled falling short
Though mobile on stiff legs.
Timon-fierce
and unkind,
Unmanned
though by the stirLoosed by my father’s fraught
Death, I am twists and dregs;
Women,
a child, I’ve known
But
none was true, and years Cold as an autumn night
Have calcified to loss.
Exiled, encaved, alone,
Snuffling the riddling airs,
Some news not read aright
Taunts with an Elmo’s gloss.
Belied
are all my thoughts
Of
a child’s jilting face; Clouds on the sky are chalked
But all dies that’s begun;
And
soon with eyes like noughts
I’ll
lie in a strait place,Reproachful, baffled, balked –
Truly my mother’s son.
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©
July 2014