POETRY
The Mother - Deaf, Dumb, and Blind
Of course I loved him
He was her first
Prince curley blond golden hair
Spilling light as glittering as was his intelligence
Which had grown from the earth at an early age
Before his birth perhaps as birthing which was not his mothers
Calling it nearly split her permanently in two
As were so many of my soul sisters at that time - of the 60’s
And the time before that of our mothers
Chained to motherhood with no other options
We watched - souls dimming as they labored unloved -
As chamber maids and only a woman as only a woman driver
Is too stupid to learn anything but to serve and be dismissed even for that
And when yer a girl and you start to hate girls too and that stays with you
And you are ashamed of anything that connotes female and you automatically
Become the prediction, mind becomes numb and no sense can be made of numbers
Because that is too confining because you might be caught so it is best to have mind fog so
No one is surprised at your stupidity, at least that is what I did. I let it pass tho- the not good enough thing.
Of course I am hysterical
Better that than deaf dumb and blind counting numbers
And making endless marks on a paper all the same
To nail your mind to the ground