My Mother Dear

I buried my mother
in my journal in red ink
with large angry letters
that accused her of dying
on purpose just to spite me

I buried my mother
in the Firehole River at Yellowstone
among the towering green trees
with eagles soaring above
leaving me wondering if she watched

I buried my mother
when I was only 23
and she was 61
and then again in my heart
as I forgave a loss
that was never her fault
and red ink faded to green

_______________________________

I drafted this poem during a poetry workshop at a writers conference I attended last weekend. I’ve made a few tweaks to the original. The instructor had shared a poem titled Little Father by Li-Young Lee and asked us to write a poem in the same style.

About Linda Kruschke

I am a Jesus Freak, and I don't care who knows it. I am a wife, mother, sister, aunt, daughter, and friend. My blood family is only part of the larger family of Christ that I belong to. I love to write, especially about my dear Savior.
This entry was posted in Poetry and tagged , , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink.

2 Responses to My Mother Dear

  1. a potent wirte Linda full of feelings – I like how the second verse cools with the water so that the ink can turn green – hope this is how it truly is for you now

    Liked by 1 person

I love comments, so be sure to let me know what you think about this post below.

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 )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ 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 )

Connecting to %s

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.