Thursday, April 07, 2016

Mother




Mother

Iva, I made this move
for your own good.
You will become

a proper lady.
I let Auntie down,
but you will overcome

growing up on that wretched farm.
You will rise in society
to the level you are from.

You can squirm all you want,
but I've got you firmly
under my thumb.


©Mary Lee Hahn, 2016



3 comments:

  1. Ouch. The pressure of that thumb!

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  2. Lovely. The form, your trademark last line rhyme, Mother's firmness (and bigotry), so loud and clear. I wonder, Mary Lee--how many of your photos have dates or details on them?

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    1. Very few. There's the caption on the class photo, writing on the back of the picture for tomorrow that I incorporated into the poem, the date on the basketball team. That might be all. That's the point of this project. I know nothing about them so I'm making it up!

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