Queries of Concern

Queries of Concern Mother sits at her sewing machine and questions the worldShe attaches a button, then a zipper, and the seams of a dressThere she sits and counts the stitches between each frill Mother frowns, counting again the number she should rememberBut she doesn’t seem to hold them in her mind as she once…

Mother, I hope that you are well

Mother, I hope that you are well I remember lullabies And the subtle feeling of love There were never any hugs Jabs of pain from disappointment On your birthday when no one had any presents You would smile  Understanding you were less Forgotten in your role Loving and kind Never really saying no But now…