Rachel's Floetry

  • Mama’s Heaven

    I hope mama’s  heaven is The Spring   trees with cotton candy tufts pink because what other color would love be? bundles of pom poms like they were dipped into clouds yellow suns sprout among the green thickets beneath her bare feet leaves like canopies, like baby angels holding a million tiny umbrellas to shelter…

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  • Agony

    Oh God! Oh agony! Throb that has been cast on me! Oh silent searing in my soul! This violent breaking of my home! My womb, my mother from where I was born. My roof, my shelter from this life’s storms. Hacked off from me like limb from body. Hands gone from me, like wind not…

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  • Candles

    My mother never liked candles. Twice they were responsible for a childhood blaze. Now, like a candle, her life wanes.   Her lips form soundless shapes on January 9th, “Happy Birthday.” She smiles bright and sleepily even when she’s held me to her swelling belly after I cried to “You are my sunshine,” on the…

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  • Room 10-24

    There was a woman I didn’t recognize, the same color as the walls, stacked like a house of sticks frail enough to knock over with a touch, waiting for her daughter. And I, looking for my mother popped my head into each room desperately. In the room I passed this woman I didn’t recognize was…

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