A Mother

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mine took charge

she ran the preschool office

kept the accounts, did taxes

organized the family social life

cooked fabulous meals for guests

dressed in a sari

when no one else did,

(unless you were from India)

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she told me about birth,

demonstrating with a rubber band

she gave me her opinion on

contraceptive methods

she discouraged me from cheerleading

encouraged me to learn guitar

sent me off to summer school at college

instead of summer camp

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she was emotionally distant

deferred to my father’s needs

never stopped smoking

during breast cancer

shriveled up and passed away

while passing on her wanderlust,

passion for Durrell and forties swing

her eyebrows

and her pen

Lace

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You already know the secret

That shimmers in the humid air

Between you and your mother.

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Your mother knew the secret,

That tangled link

That floated in the space

Between her and her mother

But she forgot it

After she slipped out of

The birth canal

And her mother left her

In the care of the German governess.

That hidden ingredient

The invisible lace

That twines heart to heart

Too easy to unravel with ignorance

Or by simply turning away.

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My mother’s eyes

Go blank as I stand

Right there in her sight path

Look at me! My heart pleads

Let me see joy in your eyes

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But she is thinking about something else

She is talking to a parent on the phone.

She is planning the cocktail party.

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The secret lace that bonds

Is broken.

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