Two Homes
The distance grows immeasurable,
…………..& I’ve grown too …………..accustomed to the flux —
…………..as I flit from one ……………I long for the other
Mother: the first separation as evening comes
…………..refuses ‘goodbye’ …………..the taste of grief
…………..so heavy …………..on her native tongue
In her garden she pleads for me to stay
…………..hands outstretched …………..for just an hour
…………..to see infrequent …………..white blossoms unfurl
My eyes remain fixated on the far gate
…………..she shrinks …………..I leave
…………..her …………..nothing in return
When I arrive home the familiar stifling
…………..silence greets me …………..& only then do I recall
…………..like a stone’s impact …………..my mother’s puffy eyelids
marking another somber anniversary
…………..celebration, alone by the sole witness
…………..of the night -blooming cereus
© Melody Wang
Melody Wang currently resides in sunny Southern California with her dear husband. In her free time, she dabbles in piano composition and also enjoys hiking, baking, and playing with her dogs. She is a reader for Sledgehammer Lit and can be found on Twitter @MelodyOfMusings.
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