I don’t visit my mother’s grave;
a stone, a church yard;
these are my sister’s symbols,
not mine.
I keep my mother in my head,
all the spirit of her,
a mother alone,
and all the consequences
when she couldn’t really cope
with bringing up a thinking boy
she didn’t understand.
I don’t visit my mother’s grave:
I carry it.
This poem was published by Inclement.