For all you mothers and grandmothers out there...
After my mom died I wrote this poem. Mamma, mamma, don't cry, Lucky for us, we've been born again, From rich moist clay and strewn love Each sand particle together mixed, Sweet waltzes of times gone-by, dancing with vulnerable glass quarried limbs, blind mocking eyes cold as stone, mamma, mamma,... Sign in to see full entry.