I Imagined a Mother Once

I imagined a Mother once                              

 

 

I imagined a Mother once,

Crafted from chalk dust

On coarse, black card.

 

She was smiling a red smile

Beneath a yellow sun,

Beside a blue house;

Dust smudged over the windows and doors.

 

But unlike the others

With their faces so keen;

Hands waving in the air

I was

Not there.

 

And at a quarter past three

When the day grew dark,

Large hands cradling small

They returned to their homes.

 

And I was left behind

Clutching the coarse black card;

House, sun and Mother

 

Smeared on my thighs.

 

Jeremy Barron

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