Her
i can see her so clearly
blue eyes blazing
mist falling
the fog of the
ozark mountains
making the scene
surreal
each time a car
past us i simply
saw her shimmer
she stood there until
my husband arrived
to meet us so i could
go home earlier
than i intended.
she didn't know that
i was sick to death to
know how he was
treating her
the wisps of blonde hair
danced and blew and
wet tangled curls stuck
to her head
it was not because i
was her mother, you know?
but she looked translucent...
an angel. i breathed sharp
as i listened to her.
you know what i mean...
it is a snapshot in time
that shall always be with
me, i need no camera.
she said "momma,
i am going to have to
leave him", almost
like she needed permission
to do so. she looked
down, so sad.....
i just tried to give her
some of my strength;
hugged her fiercely.
she was only 27.
my darling i will love
you until the stars
erase them selves
out of the sky ...
and even after
i die
i thought that
everything
would be alright.
not so. the stars must
have fell out of the sky
when i was not looking.
and....i didn't die
my love has been complete
and time standing even tho
he killed her as surely
as if he had taken a gun
of his choice and blew her
away.
he took,....her children
her money, her shelter
even her food and the
life she was trying
to rebuild.
the miserable creature
who said she was not
good enought married
a new woman on the
day that they were
divorced.
so now....for many
years she was wandered
here and there and really
has no home. she lives
in pods at different peoples'
homes that love her.
then she moves on in a
cycle again.
her life seems to be
motivated by a fear she
is unwilling to discuss.
i know that she is certain
that if she stops she will die.
oh, God, i love her, i love
her, i love her.
by janetta
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