Memory Poem by Lucille Clifton
Memory
ask me to tell how it feels
remembering your mother's face
turned to water under the white words
of the man at the shoe store. ask me,
though she tells it better than i do,
not because of her charm
but because it never happened
she says,
no bully salesman swaggering,
no rage, no shame, none of it
ever happened.
i only remember buying you
your first grown up shoes
she smiles. ask me
how it feels.
Such a beautifully told tale of a mother protecting her child from the meanness and csllousness of ignorant others. Simply gorgeous poem and adding to my favorites.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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2/16/2025 9:35:52 PM # 1.0.0
I read it several times. What a great way to see the good outcome and not focus on what had to be endured. This for me is the reason for poetry. Thanks- - - - - - -