Friday, May 10, 2013

Mom sonnet

1

chest full of secrets
tarnished flapper hair brush
maybe you tried it once

mother son and father
no litanies or beads
money treated with concern

every womans needs

2

we were born
wrong for each other
at wars horrors end

you loved me
with a vice grip
felt money desperate

if only you still had that smooth shiny depression dime


Here's a link to me reading the poem.

2 comments:

Matt D said...

A very moving poem ... sparse images that reveal so much. Excellent!

Russell Ragsdale said...

Thanks so much Matt! Your comments are so useful and such a pleasure to read.