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Jacqueline Skidmore
Poems
Jun 2023
My Mother Waves
My hair is a mess of antennae-
Each piece picks up static of days
dead and gone.
I run through the noise with unmanned hands- feeling the weight of each lock.
Whereβs the golden child?
The girl with a head full of health?
Of ringlets
yet to be devoured by time, sweat and dissonance.
As I drift I hear the voice of my mother fading- her chord was cut and motioned off-air in the wake of new administration.
Memories trapped in the roots of straightened strands. Her signal comes through as a muffled cry:
βThese ends may be swept away,
but my music will still play
through your stereo.β
#loss
#motherhood
#death
#rebirth
#drifting
#time
#childhood
#growth
#evolution
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