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
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.
ReplyDeleteGreat build to the searing words in the final stanza!
ReplyDeleteI didn't expect that ending! You packed a whole novel in this poem, Mary Lee.
ReplyDeleteOhhhh! Excellent, Mary Lee.
ReplyDeleteOUCH!!!
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