Conversations with Mama
You see me as a lump
of wax you can mold
and shape, fancy into your perfect
wax statue-- a seven-year-old
Madonna with wide eyes
and you look at me, and you say I look fat,
and I say, "No, mama, I'm just not seven anymore,"
but to you, my words are just newspaper print,
and you're too busy picking
lin toff my sweater to hear.
Like potter's clay, you spin me
round and round. And I turn
around, an dyou look at me, but you eyes
look past me like they want o pull me
back into the circle of you, start over again,
and you say I smell like baby's
breath, and I say, "No, it's White Lenen, Mama,"
and you pat my head,
and I swear, your fingers want to take me,
knead me like dough,
roll me out flat, shape me round,
into your candle,
your virgin
who speaks no more.
25 Comments:
So beautiful bonnie, wow I almost shed a tear.
Now that I read it for a second time and the total meaning has changed I must comment on how gorgeous the literary style is. It is so emotional much more so than the first time I read it. The descriptive wording and the analogy to molding a wax figure is just brilliant. Your poems especially this one needs a world medal.
social worker/frustrated mom-- you are too kind.
I really am not. Tis the truth I tell. It gets me how someone can be so damn talented:).
Thank you.
Your welcome! Sorry to hog this post.
Creep kid-- no you've got it-- From both ends-- a mother's expections and dreams for her daughter, how are parents want to mold us and sometimes get so wrapped up in their dreams for us that they fail to hear what we really want-- perfection, innocence what mother really wants to see her daughter as imperfect.
It hurts on both ends-- the mother and the daughter because no daughter could ever live up to the dreams we wish for her.
As a mother, I want so much for my children. As a daughter, I know I faile dmy mother in so many ways.
And so, it is how I sometimes communicated with my mother.
OHHHH, now I LIKED that poem. It was good. i even understood it. :)
Jodi-- Thank you. I am so happy you who hates poetry liked it and this one wasn't as easy to get-- Bravo! You made my day.
Well you know I'm your biggest fan!
So wonderfully written - you wrote the mother/daughter dynamic as so universal that it could be about me with mine!
Hey kasamba we could fight it out, I thought I was bonnies biggest fan:).
Wow, beautiful. The way you wrote it made me be able to envision the whole scene so clearly.
Oh geez Bonnie...
That really hits home. I actually feel like someone hit me in the stomach. I'm going to add it to my personal collection of writings (not to be published anywhere, just to go back and read once in a while).
What I said wasn't meant as a negative reaction, I was just trying to express the connection I felt!
babaloo-- I know you weren't trying to be negative. You are a sweet person. I am honored to be a part of your collection.
Wow...just WOW! You nailed it! And so beautifully. I am working my way through Chris Northrop's Mother/Daughter Wisdom (a tough read) and your poem speaks so poignantly of the struggle we experience as both a daughter and a mother to our daughters. Wow!
Nice. Daughters, it's a hard thing and I only have one shot out of four to get it right. (Three boys, one girl!)
I always like reading your blog. Even though I call her Peaches, my daughter's name is Bonnie and I always call her Bonnie Boo, so I feel connected to you in a wierd and hokey way. :)
Wait I thought I was Bonnie Boo
Wow. I confess to this one "hurting" just a little bit... I read and reacted to it as a daughter, not as a mother (which is interesting!)...
kristin-- I think it can go either way. I wrote it about my conversations with my mother, but I must confess I see myself as a mother in it too.
my mom is still trying -
lol
sometimes it can be painful...
beautifully expressed
Beautifully written...
Arent you already in her mold..?
Or has she not been succesful until now?
Unbelievably poignant! You captured it perfectly, havent we all felt like this one time or another? You are truly talented!
ashley-- thanks, I will have to check out that book
David-- oh I'm in her mold, but I've tweaked it a little
the only way I know-- my mom is too
frum girl-- thank you. You are amazing-- so talented
Very nice. I like your style.
lakewood venter-- welcome back I'm happy you came to visit.
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