30
August
2008
August
2008
Weighing the Future
WEIGHING THE FUTURE
My father weighed heavy, his years
shortened, what was my mother to do
were he to die that night? Her fears
of his future weighed heavy, her years
alone. He ate beyond his seams, his queer
affair with food, this, his love true,
on mother weighed heavy, the together years
shortened. This is what my mother could do:
from that tense home, alone she moved,
west for mountains, wild, unknown,
considering the end, she learned a new
trade. From that tense home, she debuted
herself, wage-earning, so that in lieu
of his death, she could a new life hone,
free from husband and tense home, and proved,
she could parade the mountains, wild, alone
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