Robert Rorabeck

Bronze Star - 2,193 Points (04/10/1978 / Berrien Springs)

The Angels Spoke Over My Mother - Poem by Robert Rorabeck

The sun is feathered and the mountains are
Can’t you see them, though they are running away
And my father is selling fireworks
Through a succession of make-believe days:
And this is your world,
But it is not mine- I am still trying to get clear
From school
To disappear somewhere beside
The carports and their washing machines
Where once the angels spoke over my mother
Who was folding the clothes-
But she never imagined that they would ever
Have anything to say to her, and now they have all
Moved so far away.

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, December 4, 2011

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