Biographical Poetry posted September 16, 2008 |
Reflections on memories lost.
My Mother's Voice
by adewpearl
For Mommy
Was there a lilt in her voice when she laughed? Would she croon lullabies before I slept? I can't hear her voice in her photographs - those precious mementos where memory's kept. I can see the playfulness in her smile, her shapely legs crossed sitting on our swing, her glow when my sister walked down the aisle, but still, not a single photograph sings. If her voice could cut through the still silence of poses held motionless so many years, would she whisper some long-lost confidence she'd always intended for just my ears? If photographs could only speak to me, I wonder what my mother's words would be. |
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I have posted a poem before on how important my father's voice was to me, but I have no memory of my mother's. She died when I had just turned eight, and while I have at least a handful of solid visual memories of her, her voice is lost to me forever. I would give a million dollars for a video tape with audio. My photographs of her and of us together are my most precious possessions, and I love those snapshots of us outside on the swingset, her in her shorts and gorgeous legs. And for these photographs I am eternally grateful. Yet, what I wouldn't give if they could speak to me.
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