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LYN LIFSHIN Mama Land
On What Would Be Mother's 94th Real Birthday

After 15 Years
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LYN LIFSHIN
On What Would Be Mother's 94th Real Birthday
not the May date three days from now, finally registered. 15 years since the year she said "can't you save some of these birthday cards, there's so many, wait till next year." When she ordered "Death by Chocolate" I cringed. a dark color- less day. The tree is singing but you can't see a bird. If you could weigh grief, the taste of sadness. Even the leaves seem tear-shaped
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LYN LIFSHIN
After 15 Years
1.

its like not even one year is over. 
When I couldn't find your photo
graph it was losing your skin
again. It was there, the

one with your teeth still white, you
laughing near the Charles. When
I had you, I didn't look ahead.
Alive, I couldn't imagine 

you wouldn't always take the
car, bus or train to do any
thing you could: make 
me tea, stay with some cat

you always wanted more from
as you did me. If you have
a new world down there, 
under the roots of trees you

probably have too many phone
calls still. One friend says a
lady bug means her mother is
near. Or when a doll falls

off a chair it's her mama talking.
I believe in little I can't see
or hold tho I have wondered 
about words on a sheet or paper

the wind picks up and slams over
cars, as if that came from you. 
I don't know if  it's good not to
let the dead go, to imagine

they'll be a sign when there never
has. You've never come back 
except in dreams where when I
wake up and you're still missing,

you're the photograph I can't stop
looking for 
		

2.

its like not even one year is over. 
When I couldn't find your photo
graph it was losing your skin
again. It was there, the

one with your teeth still white, you
laughing near the Charles. When
I had you, I didn't look ahead.
Alive, I couldn't imagine 

you wouldn't always take the
car, bus or train to do any
thing you could: make 
me tea, stay with some cat

you always wanted more from
as you did me. If you have
a new world down there, 
under the roots of trees you

probably have too many phone
calls still. One friend says a
lady bug means her mother is
near. Or when a doll falls

off a chair it's her mama talking.
I believe in little I can't see
or hold tho I have wondered 
about words on a sheet or paper

the wind picks up and slams over
cars, as if that came from you. 
I don't know if  it's good not to
let the dead go, to imagine

they'll be a sign when there never
has. You've never come back 
except in dreams where when I
wake up and you're still missing,

you're the photograph I can't stop
looking for, making the hole 
where you aren't deep enough
to fall in
		
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