Graham's MotherA Poem by PratikA mother's greatest sin
“I'm not mad. I'm just...well, differently moraled, that's all.” - Jasper Fforde (The Eyre Affair)
But
that’s dainty! Neat
and square- Perfect
for my little Graham. Snuggle up, sonny! Mud
pulps And Shoveled
vines of periwinkle, All
tawny and soaked In
nocturnal drizzles. Must
I say! They
found it easy to dig! A
cortege Of
umbrellas And Charcoal
blazers. Silken
scarves, Nods-
brusque and terse Tom-tom
in The
Nordic winds. You
hug me too tight, Irma! (Big,
fat bubblegum tears) Pity! Look darling! What I brought you! Lucas Jr. - the
Golliwog Sorry, his nose fell off But he had a fight With Nyra - Martha’s Tinkerbelle
fairy Here - the Mandrake
comics All thirty-three of them! And yes! These gladioli- Aunt Yvonne sent them. “The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want” Tut!
Tut! Father
Prescott is too loud! Cassandra! Pull down that birdcage
veil! No peek-a-boo! These opera gloves- A
complete giveaway! Translucent satin strands Playing spoil-sport Betray The amethyst stains Of the Belladonna potion That you spiked In his cranberry
juice. Wriggle your fingers! Cover up! (Last
kisses and goodbye) It’s all right honey! The cherubs On the headstone Will sing you lullabies. And I’ll send Martha
along. Promise! (Cross-my-heart) So long sweetheart! So long!
© 2012 PratikAuthor's Note
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