An Untold Story Poem by Ana Toma

I identify myself as a mother, first,
Then along run all other great qualities.
I'm one of the four sweetest souls
around these pale white walls.
I can't repaint them without the landlord's written permission.
In my wild imagination, this is the mansion of my fugitive dreams:
Beyond the shadow of a doubt,
I'm free of the abuser.

I'm an enigmatic designer of empty white walls:
One morning I had a vision that my children and I were at the Pacific Ocean, in California, surfing,
Their smiles helped me draw the most stunning paint
Which stands in the tall and large wall of this living room.
I've created the most attractive moments in the scene of a fantasyland.
Then choose to fly and swim somewhere in Malibu,
Sitting to have breakfast in a bar full of mythical dancers.
I, their mother, sang with Celion Dion, ' The Power of Love'.
Our smiles got bigger. Our teeth got whiter.
Our bodies got slimmer.
We choose to have fun.

I'm a mysterious painter of chapped ceilings,
Carefully filling each hole with tiny purple make-believe unicorns,
Expending the imagination of my little one,
writing her favorite story.
Cassidy is a character, a fantasy, a super beauty,
She was created with much love, not too long after losing Marylyn.
She's a leader, a good one for sure.
When we want to go downstairs, she's the one going first,
Then we had to follow her, checking our steps.
Sometimes she stops and looks back at us
Confirming that we're there.
Her smile is pure love and she feels powerful by being our leader.
We reward her leadership by playing the classic gameplay, ' hide and seek'.
She's always the winner, of course.
We have no place to hide,
so we imagine that we're hiding in the clouds.
Our laughs reach the wide-open skies,
creating the most attractive background music in our unchained little world.

My oldest daughter, Giorgia, is the funniest person alongside us.
We reward her sense of humor by throwing pillows in her fluffy grey bed,
Creating a magic moment of harmony and laughter.
There aren't closets in her bedroom,
so we imagine to be the best closet organizers:
her clothes folded in colors and quality,
On the floor, on top of her nightstand,
inside imaginary drawers.

My only son, Julio, is a smart, handsome, caring, good listener,
and peacemaker in our little family of four.
He gives the most beautiful speeches to his sisters,
He gives the best hugs and offers help when needed.
We reward his reasoning and sweetness with
his favorite dinner from ' Vespucci',
Chicken Parmigiana with side penne and salad.
We share his food with hungry blackbirds sitting on our front porch.
We imagine that these blackbirds are hungry dead souls,
Coming across the cemetery facing our rental home.

We're living the happiest life moments,
An untold story.


Copyright © Ana Toma
April 09,2022
Cheshire, CT