Mother Poem by Jackie Chou
Mother
When will you be stone?
No more flesh to endure
your perpetual toil
Your ethereal eyes
cast a downward glance
The hem of your white gown
drapes to the ground
I awake
to your wind roughened face
your hobo rags
the sound of your voice
urging me to dance, and dance
Friday, March 5, 2021
Topic(s) of this poem: dance
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