Valerie Laws Poems
|1.||Telling My Mother's Heart To Stop||11/18/2012|
|2.||Lifting The Lid||11/18/2012|
|3.||A Litter Of Moons||11/18/2012|
|4.||Slices Of Brain||11/18/2012|
|5.||Walking Back To Africa||11/18/2012|
|7.||Praise The Lord And Pass The Ammunition||11/18/2012|
|9.||Thin Air - A Love Story Of Two Air Guitarists||11/19/2012|
|11.||Not A Wine-Dark Sea||11/19/2012|
|13.||This Is A Passenger Announcement||11/19/2012|
|14.||Bones From A Medic's Dustbin||11/18/2012|
|15.||The Incredible Shrinking Brain||11/18/2012|
|16.||'Your Great-Grandma Would Have Been Good At Maths'||11/18/2012|
|17.||The Heart Does Not Break When Bones Do||11/18/2012|
|18.||My Mother's Twin Lovers||11/18/2012|
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My Mother's Twin Lovers
‘I must get back to the men, ' my mother announces,
Then slyly meets my eye, as I choose, this time,
To avoid my usual reply. ‘I know what you're thinking! '
She's triumphant. ‘That there's only one of them! But
You're wrong, you know! ' My mother is having an affair.
She's cheating on my father with another man, who lives
With them, looks like his twin, and even shares his name.
‘I think they must be cousins, ' she explains, defiantly.
Before going to bed with my father, she slips next door,
Turns back the spare bed quilt, and leaves her slippers there, ...
Slices Of Brain
Third anniversary of my mother's death from dementia,
And I'm looking at slices of brain, stained pretty pink,
The neurones purplish, their nuclei clear as strawberry pips.
Like a magician in his many-coloured coat of patches, motley
Bow tie, hair like wild dendrites in a frenzy of thinking,
The pathologist initiates me into what death has revealed.
The donor's name is on the slides, their memorial, evidence