Break, broken, breaking
Tuesday, 28 December 2010 07:36 amMy mother wrote a poem yesterday. Her boyfriend is breaking up with her, so she wrote him a poem.
She called before I went to bed and read it to me. And then we talked, about love and poetry and the connection between the two.
I told her I never wrote Pat a poem until after she was dead.
I didn’t need to.
She understood that.
My mother wrote a poem yesterday because her boyfriend is breaking up with her.
Is breaking, has broken, will break.
She was crying when she finished reading it.
All my life, my parents were married, until my father was dead.
I don't know how to . . .
My mother's heartbreak.
I want to fix her sadness.
But all I can do is listen while she reads me a poem
She wrote because her boyfriend is breaking up with her.
She called before I went to bed and read it to me. And then we talked, about love and poetry and the connection between the two.
I told her I never wrote Pat a poem until after she was dead.
I didn’t need to.
She understood that.
My mother wrote a poem yesterday because her boyfriend is breaking up with her.
Is breaking, has broken, will break.
She was crying when she finished reading it.
All my life, my parents were married, until my father was dead.
I don't know how to . . .
My mother's heartbreak.
I want to fix her sadness.
But all I can do is listen while she reads me a poem
She wrote because her boyfriend is breaking up with her.