A Note To My Biographer


Learn the words your mother knew.
If there’re some that might could tell
how one who loved her cared for you,
use those, and you’ll’ve known me well
enough, as she had meant you to.

Write the words your mother heard.
If there’re some that might could seem
to hold you as she’d’ve preferred,
use those, and you’ll’ve seen the dream
she dreamed in giving us her word.

Sing the words your mother swore.
If there’re some that might could make
her real through what of mine’s sworn for,
use those, and you’ll’ve found the ache
in my biography’s own score.


prompted by Daily Prompt: Your Life, the Book at the Daily Post
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3 Responses to A Note To My Biographer

  1. Personally, I find “mothers” extremely problematic.

    I do like your poemcraft here though. Hello.

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