Tuesday, April 26, 2016

Mother




Mother

This picture haunts me.
It's as if
I sealed my fate

in a moment of silliness
prompted by the photographer.
The blind date

with the man who would be your father
was that same night.
I was blind indeed. And he didn't wait

a single minute for my good sense to return.
Almost before I realized it,
I was hitched and whisked away

to that wretched farm.
His conquest
was my doomsday.

I won't try to stop you, Iva.
Neither will I come rescue you.
It is your life to waste.


©Mary Lee Hahn, 2016



5 comments:

  1. This series of poems are so interesting! I look forward to reading them. You've inspired me to try this with some old photos I've inherited as well.

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  2. Great build to the searing words in the final stanza!

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  3. I didn't expect that ending! You packed a whole novel in this poem, Mary Lee.

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  4. Ohhhh! Excellent, Mary Lee.

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