Mama
Short girls
are never beautiful,
my mother said,
only tall girls with long necks.
I thought she meant it
as instruction for me
to grow tall and get somehow
a neck worth notice.
But, no, it was for her,
a lament about her own lack
of height, knowing
of height, knowing
she couldn't change it,
maybe trying to make me
think she wasn't beautiful,
one of those things mothers say
when a glance in the mirror
brings them up short.
If she was no beauty
I never knew it.
3 comments:
That, again, is a great poem! I like the ending. Good work. May I send you a poem that my only Grandson put on Facebook yesterday? I didn't even know he was inclined to poetry. I will e-mail it.
Yes, please do send it.
i get this.
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