for Mom
Flannery said its alright to stare,
a direct challenge to the way my mother saw things.
Did Anna Katherine Taylor ever imagine
she could bear a writer, that she had it in her?
Oh, a doctor maybe if she was lucky,
or of course a minister is always nice.
I float outside her dreams now,
corded by O'Connor, Updike,
Harrison, Dillard.
Annie says to write like you're dying.
All of this and more is possible
only because of my mother's love.
Write like your dieing.....
ReplyDeleteLove this.
As mother, as poet, I weep.
ReplyDeleteThank you for the access to holy tears.
Sallie
How can I comment after sweet Sallie?
ReplyDeleteI always come away from The Shame thinking, refreshed, or a combination of the two.