Late Realization
All through my growing up
years,
Mom stirred her and Dad’s
coffee
with a clang, clang,
clang, the metal spoon
hitting the ceramic mug
like a bell.
Then, one fine day I
thought on this,
Mom didn’t always stir
things that way.
Just in the mornings.
I was well into adulthood
when it dawned on me,
she was mom turned alarm
clock.
She was trying to wake up
her five girls.
From April 19th,
persona
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