Louise Marie DelSanto

Mabel Momma - Poem by Louise Marie DelSanto

In the room
behind the door half closed
the stench taking up the corridor

Mabel Mama bleeds onto the sheet
and cries about her daughter,
the one that 'got busted for crack'

She sits up, two bandaged legs
some greasy salve
for the open sores on her back
and I hang the nightly IV med,
sure to make her vomit

I am dreaming for her
and we are sitting in a
meadow, her grandchildren
loving her hands and feet, her
daughter handing us bouquets, and
laughter echoing down open spaces
instead of her moans and cries

A horse drawn carriage brings
Mabel Mama to her Savannah mansion,
a door open to all her art deco rooms,
and she is breathing in the fresh air
of her lost disease.

And as I shut the light over her bed
and half-close the door to her room,
Mabel Mama whispers a thank you.

Comments about Mabel Momma by Louise Marie DelSanto

  • (1/15/2006 9:00:00 PM)

    Ms. DelSanto:

    I agree a very moving piece. Vivid as well...I could feel the sunshine on the mansions terrace and smell the bouquet. Bravo.
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  • (12/18/2005 2:41:00 PM)

    A very moving poem.

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, December 18, 2005

Poem Edited: Friday, August 8, 2008

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