Tuesday, April 12, 2016

Mama




Mama

I've got enough work
to fill three days,
but here I sit,

mooning over the photo book.
Mama, I wish you'd look up
from your prize houseplants and chat a bit.

Help me figure out how to go on --
my two big boys gone to war --
one on a ship, one in a cockpit --

my little girl suddenly a woman, and lovesick --
the youngest just trying to find his way,
figuring out where he fits in all this.


©Mary Lee Hahn, 2016



3 comments:

  1. This poem is full of yearning. I am so impressed by your project.

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  2. I think every mama has 3 days worth of work to do, and how wonderful to take a moment to sit. Thank you, Mary Lee!

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  3. Just caught up reading all of these, Mary Lee. I feel like I'm in these lives. You capture their voices so beautifully!

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