how could i have forgotten the dark light of my mother's eyes?
I placed all memory upon the bruising swell and forgot
how piercing & lovely she was
how sparkle exploded about her in whiskey & rhythm
smelling of timeless garden fancy & lark cigarettes
zipping her skirts
pleading to try on her heels meticulously boxed at the top of the closet left hand side
meadowlarks, goldenrod ponies & autumn leaves
lithe
precise
smokey beauty
how could i have forgotten
and not realized all the magic she blew my way . . .
