Tagged: mother’s day

every year, dad prunes

every year, dad prunes
mama’s azalea bushes
carefully so that

they become perfectly rounded
buns well before mother’s day
.
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even after all

(for mom)

even after all
these years, you still have the right
combination of

words, just enough syllables
to lighten every burden
.
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our mother passed down

our mother passed down
her sweet tooth so that we’ll always
have something to share
.
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** in the absence of The Daily Post from WordPress, here’s your daily prompt: sweet

my mom and i wait

my mom and i wait
all year round to take a peek
into the face of

our peonies, offering
layers and layers of intrigue
.
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because there is no

we remain eight-tenths

remember that year

remember that year
when one stem of a peony
cost an entire

piano lesson, how young
we were back then, how present
.
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last, but not least, my

my mother’s touch is

my mother’s touch is
layered – six parts
wisdom, one
part admonishment,
three parts wit,
wrapped in song
.
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the things we inherit

the things we inherit
from our mothers
sometimes arrive
dull, like a distant
reflection that require
polishing. the
very same moment
arrives for everyone –
in front of a hot stove,
looking down into
the swirling
contents – one pinch
or two? chopped
or diced? did she
or didn’t she?

.
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