Things we can never know


from the ABC set Some kind of poetry

How can I say I knew her?
This woman who has been both motherless
and mother for most of her life.

Her children with their childish wants and needs,
always hungry, or dirty, or hurt.
Their small crises and petty ills absorbed her,
until her days diminished, yet never ended.

She would stand, one arm across her waist
as if to hold herself together,
or protect some precious part of herself
from their clumsy, grasping hands.

She must have stolen some time away:
to visit her mothers grave, shaving the cost off the weekly shop
to lay flowers, to pray, or not.
She might have dawdled on the way home, gazing into shop windows
trying to glimpse herself there... squinting to avoid her reflection.

Maybe she sat for long hours in small cafes,
her appetites woken by the hiss and steam of the coffee machine
and overheard conversations, the blur of life and colours passing by
outside the window, the hope and promise on the faces
of confident young men as they tried to catch her eye.

Did she ever stumble, in a moments rush, upon her mother crying,
- the whispered words, the kiss on the hair, the primitive rocking
as instinctive as breathing, did not quite reassure -
and realise, with a childs innate knowing,
that she does not know her mother.

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Comments

seashore | October 27, 2010 - 12:37

Yes, yes, yes.

MistakenMagic | October 27, 2010 - 15:17

'She would stand, one arm across her waist
as if to hold herself together,
or protect some precious part of herself
from their clumsy, grasping hands.'

- absolutely love the images in this stanza, shoe. This is brilliant. Those final lines blew me away!

Magic xxx

shoe | October 27, 2010 - 15:53

Seashore, thanks for reading and leaving such a positive comment.

shoe | October 27, 2010 - 15:58

Thanks Magic, I'm glad you like it, and those lines in particular.

Silver Spun Sand | October 27, 2010 - 17:48

Shirley - those lines stood out for me as well.

And also these:-

"Maybe she sat for long hours in small cafes,
her appetites woken by the hiss and steam of the coffee machine and overheard conversations, the blur of life and colours passing by..."

A enigmatic poem I shall remember.

Tina

fatboy74 | October 27, 2010 - 21:40

A beautiful and melancholy poem told through vivid pictures.

'her appetites woken by the hiss and steam of the coffee machine and overheard conversations, the blur of life and colours...'

This is beautiful - love the structure of the line
"shaving the cost off the weekly shop
to lay flowers, to pray, or not." and the layers of meaning in the "or not"
Fab :-)

maggyvaneijk | October 27, 2010 - 22:21

wow, this poem is full of beautiful and melancholy imagery, I could pick apart each line and revel in every world.

shoe | October 28, 2010 - 08:22

Thanks Tina,
there is something about sitting in cafes that capture the imagination, glad this bit worked for you.

shoe | October 28, 2010 - 08:26

Thanks fatboy74 for your lovely comment, The laying of flowers /praying is one of my favourite scenes, so I appreciate your picking it out.

shoe | October 28, 2010 - 08:31

Thank you for reading maggy, I'm really pleased you like this one.

skinner_jennifer | October 28, 2010 - 09:56

Hello shoe, I can see so much feeling in this poem,
and I agree with what everyone else has said, so
many of the lines, I can relate to, sometimes it's
hard to be a Mother, when loosing your own Mother.

Thankyou for a lovely read.
Jenny.

Highhat | October 28, 2010 - 12:22

Very good truly. So emotive !
;)Pia

tcook | October 29, 2010 - 12:48

Very good indeed - it gets better as it goes on. By the way it should be 'primitive'!

shoe | October 29, 2010 - 13:36

Thanks Jenny, I'm happy you can relate to this, sad as well, if that makes sense, thank you for taking time to read and tell me your thoughts, much appreciated.

shoe | October 29, 2010 - 13:37

Thank you Pia.

shoe | October 29, 2010 - 13:43

Thank you Tony,
Mistake rectified, comment appreciated!

shoe | October 30, 2010 - 16:59

Well spotted Blighters, it is indeed crises, changed now, and thank you for your lovely comment, it gladdened my heart.

kheldar | November 4, 2010 - 19:28

wonderful, quite simply wondeful.

xx :--)

shoe | November 5, 2010 - 10:10

David, thank you so much for taking time to read so much of my stuff, your unwavering support is so very welcome and has been sorely missed, :}