FINALLY A Poem My Mother Can Show Her Friends
by Bryan Borland
-by request
We cannot escape our mothers
in the kitchen, whether it be the boxes
in the cupboard, the kind of Hamburger Helper
we choose, the soap in which we soak
our dirty dishes.
We cannot escape our mothers
in our subconscious rhymes,
be they dactylic patterns
of the way we argue with our husbands
or nursery variations from storybooks that remain large
even as we age them away like a car
driving from the specks of our tupperware homes.
We cannot escape our mothers
nor would we want to, really,
despite those times we question everything
like surly teenagers, though more often
we are the sick children whose fevers are cooled
by their hands upon our foreheads.
© Bryan Borland
A poem I won’t hesitate to show my kids
I mostly like the first stanza -it captures so much in a single, simple image – things we can find in our kitchen cupboards…
Really moving stuff, Bryan. Here you speak the truth, for many of us.
I certain you mother will love this one Bryan…and its so true.
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“nor would we want to, really,
despite those times we question everything”
and those last lines. we are always children when our mothers are around. and i was happy to discover that with my father too. different, but not less beautiful.
This makes me want to call my mom. I love it!
You know I am smiling…
Chef E
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