His Mother
His Mother
...imagined in a poem.
His mom died on Friday,
and of course there were tears.
He posted her picture on Facebook
along with a link to her obituary.
Many offered their condolences
in the comments section.
I left mine
inline with the others,
adding an emoji dove
and a beating heart.
He replied to me,
My mom remembered poetry
from her childhood.
I never met his mom,
but I can imagine her in a poem.
She's alive en el desierto,
at home near la frontera,
in una mezcla de culturas,
connected to este mundo
by una historia beyond
my limited comprensión.
May she rest in peace,
so her son may also
rest in peace.
Men are what their mothers made them.
~ Ralph Waldo Emerson
