by Willard Roger Carlisle
A Family Listens to Their Mother
We strain to hear our mother's failing voice,
as we stand in the hall of her old house.
Every morning, talking to herself, she says--
"get up, try harder, don't quit."
our mother tries to rise on stork-thin legs,
her face confused ,wasting into shadow.
Our fierce warrior is dying,
her voice falls down and down,
we hold her upright, wishing she could fly.
Last updated February 15, 2017