do you know what I remember about her?
she used to stare out of the kitchen window
towards the mulberry tree
while washing the dishes
and she would sing, very sweetly,
with a faraway look in her eyes,
dazed, longing, wistful.
i think she was connecting
out to the spinning stars
and galaxies - the past
lost places where we were what we wanted to be
that still might say "yes" back to us, despite our losses...
and what do I want you to remember?
that she changed a dozen diapers a day
that she told us what a penis was without blushing
that she made the gas and phone stay on
when all the money was gone
while waiting for her handsome husband to come home
the mulberry tree