POETRY: SINS OF MY MOTHER

 

© September 2013, Mimi Wolske

 

All Rights Reserved

 

 Image

 

Heaven above

 

What’s down below

 

When all the trees are gone

 

It only matters to

 

Those six feet under ground

 

Not a sound

 

 

 

Always smiling

 

Flirting around

 

The leaves will bury the sins

 

It only matters to

 

Those six feet under ground

 

Not a sound

 

 

 

Anniversary

 

What’s life gonna be

 

When flowers live in jars

 

It only matters to

 

Those six feet under ground

 

Not a sound

 

 

 

They always say

 

She’s just like her mom

 

But I’m not

 

I don’t laugh too loud

 

I can get along without

 

The sins of my mother

 

 

 

They’re just memories

 

Yet they all cling to me

 

And they fade in the shade

 

It only matters to

 

Those six feet under ground

 

Not a sound

 

 

 

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