Monday, August 17, 2009

 

Poetry Cavalcade 2009: Poem 4


Inflection

She gave you that name
And she still loves to say it
A million inflections
Each shade, every tone.

When I hear her say it
A mother's command
(Come here or go there, be quiet or loud)
It's not that she owns it
But gave it away.

[In photo: Miss KO]

Comments:
This rings with truth only a parent can understand. Brilliant.
 
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