Mama’s Feet 2

Mother’s feet transcend time.
In her new social media presence, are old friends,
Remembering the forgotten,
Or forgetting the remembered.
Remembrances made out of forgotten times.
There are salutations found from distant cities.
The woman whom I came home to, drunk and sober,
In and out of love.
In pain and pleasure,
And told stories and lies,
When they were the same and not.
She was mama,
And she is perhaps.
But her feet transcend time, and
She walks farther everyday.

 

-B

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s