Mother Poem by Rich Harney
Mother
The Mother I never knew
has become
The mother I know everyday,
she shows up in the music—
Shyness,
and an un- withering stubbornness.
I make this work for us
in the blue notes
as she listens
from a beautiful mountain
in Elysium.
Monday, October 14, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: mother
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