A Daughter to a Mother – at Death…

You stare at me with those baleful eyes

Draining they were – a crystal blue

       that left them transparent-

Sunk back in reproach, in wonder…

       Dared me to look

Smirking at what you were sure I’d see-

Like a badge you carry that tufted, misshapen head

                 Swollen, bloated belly – white

Those long, narrow limbs,  fingers

               that keep clutching open and shut

At Nothing.

You dare me to look at you, Frog Lady-

              “tell me what you see”, you croak-

I throw back my head, laughing – exposing white teeth.

“I see a picture, Frog Lady, of another swollen belly

          only this one

this one is full of life-

And it was oh so long ago that I clutched that great belly

        in wonder at the magic.

And I lay my head against it

And you lay your hand on my hair

        pushed the bangs from my own  eyes…

It was so long ago, Frog Lady”

I look now at the bloated belly

To embrace it now is to embrace Death

        And it frightens me, Frog Lady

And my teeth, white

          are still bared….

And it’s cold

        Dead white cold

And you never really knew

         did you, Frog Lady?

Sharon Mary Golden 1944 – 1994  She loved frogs….

(Raiana Golden – 1994 – all rights reserved)


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