Caroline nazareno
SCARF AND POINTBLANK
( Found Poetry )
This good memory
becomes a curse
wheels of sedatives
with her blank eyes
I remember the gown with a
scarf
she wears like a sure needle from her Empire state
pricks her skin, under an
ET-like tomb
there she smiles, she claims
all the power
with the motherly
affirmative glance
I remember horrible things
when ghost month comes
the irony of never forget
crippling nightmare
everyday from reality
her touch is a carefree,
Mother is there
I remember family dynamics
ways of living
manifestations of endless
loop
reason of pureness, puregold
beyond beauty like a Mother.
I remember mother’s story of
survival
her scars are not silver
statistics
to earn strength and
persistence
she is understanding
never refuses to listen
she, the sentence of my home
I am her daughter
her every story, when I was
born.
Caroline Nazareno
July 2015/Philippines
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