I Am Turning Into My Mother, a Little Though I’m Not Yet Leaning on a Broom

Maybe I have always been my mother,

although I’ve tried hard not to be. She was

not an easy mother for reasons which could

make this poem a book About My Mother

a book I’ve never thought about writing

Until Now  she did not like getting older and so far

I’m OK but my mother did not like being old she couldn’t

say her knees hurt either one day her neighbor Mrs. Keller told me

my mother was standing in front

of her wooden house on Holbrook Street

leaning on a broom.  I’ve never seen her with a broom

she doesn’t sweep said Mrs. Keller.  It must be her knees.

Esther Cohen
Let me tell you why I'm here, and why I hope you'll join me. I am here to poem, to play with words, to tell stories when I can, and to ask you for yours. Words are what I love, how I see, and what I say. Words are how I know my life, and how I find my friends. I'm here to ask you to join me. Right here. To send me your stories, and your poems. And to read mine when you can.

3 Comments

  1. Funny I have a poster framed of Gertrude Stein by Picasso. I caught myself sitting like her one day. It took years to happen. And it finally did. Then I remembered my Mom sitting like her. Maybe all three of us were just tired that day… Now moving– my knees could use those brooms. Esther–I’d like you to write about your Mom as hard as it may be to do so. I’m pretty sure she not only leaned on a broom but was also pretty good at flying one. Love you. Love your writing. The happy ending would be you’re here for us to love, defend, and appreciate immensely.

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