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If you are lucky in this life, you will get to help your enemy the way I got to help my mother when she was weakened past the point of saying no.
Into the big enamel tub half-filled with water which I had made just right, I lowered the childish skeleton she had become.
Her eyelids fluttered as I soaped and rinsed her belly and her chest, the sorry ruin of her flanks and the frayed gray cloud between her legs.
Some nights, sitting by her bed book open in my lap while I listened to the air move thickly in and out of her dark lungs, my mind filled up with praise as lush as music,
amazed at the symmetry and luck that would offer me the chance to pay my heavy debt of punishment and love with love and punishment.
And once I held her dripping wet in the uncomfortable air between the wheelchair and the tub, until she begged me like a child
to stop, an act of cruelty which we both understood was the ancient irresistible rejoicing of power over weakness.
If you are lucky in this life, you will get to raise the spoon of pristine, frosty ice cream to the trusting creature mouth of your old enemy
because the tastebuds at least are not broken because there is a bond between you and sweet is sweet in any language.
Tony Hoagland
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Jonathan Larsen
(5/29/2007 3:10:00 PM) |
If God created humans, and God created language, then God created poetry.
Perhaps this is the way that God has chosen to deal with 'such horrific feelings.'
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Mandira Mitra
(5/4/2007 11:01:00 AM) |
I disagree. There is nothing that poetry cannot express, even if its a silent animosity. Well done.
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Melvina Germain
(2/26/2007 8:16:00 AM) |
A very sad and grusome poem indeed, I wonder what God thinks of the person in your poem that speaks of this poor Mother. Only God can deal with such horrific feelings. I feel pain for both people in your poem, the adult child and the Mother. They both need much prayer. This poem shows a great deal of pain, followed by sad imagry and also a profound message to parents around the world. Though very sad and harsh, it is full of painful truth.--Melvina--
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