inheritance

 

Mother died, age twenty-five

(of flu-asthma complication)

I, barely 16 months & weaned,

bereft.  of primal-love relation.

 

Passed fears of childhood years

(growing up with best-step brother)

when mom’s older sister said to me,

“you remind me of your mother.”

 

“Oh, tell me how, right now” I cried

breath-bated wait for answer

she smiled at me and said, ”I see

it’s plain-obvious in your manner,

 

Voice like hers & when you speak

your hands move just as hers had”

precious-treasure words I heard…

while mirror says I look like dad!

 

 

Kim is hosting inherited “body image” poetics prompt at dVerse Poets

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30 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. ZurkPoetry
    Aug 08, 2018 @ 02:19:59

    What a beautiful poem. Inherited mannerisms are such a link to the past, my Dad often tells me I have the mannerisms of his Dad, who I’ve never met.

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  2. vidyatiru
    Apr 30, 2018 @ 14:47:42

    So beautiful and touching….and i truly treasure those remarks people make when they say i am like my parents in some way or the other :)….

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  3. janicead
    Apr 29, 2018 @ 10:02:37

    I understand your poem very well. My dad’s mom passed when he was four. Her sister would say to my dad, “If you want to know what Mae looked like just look at your daughter.” And we had photos to prove it.

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  4. Singledust
    Apr 26, 2018 @ 05:51:10

    for your mum to be remembered reflected by the way you move and be is so touching

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  5. Björn Rudberg (brudberg)
    Apr 25, 2018 @ 14:27:22

    So sad not to know your mother… I love “how you moved your hands”… i think it takes a sibling to see that.

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  6. Jo Aylard
    Apr 25, 2018 @ 13:32:28

    My condolences on losing your Mom so early in life – your poem is such a lovely reminder that our lineage carries on, from one generation to the next.

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  7. rothpoetry
    Apr 25, 2018 @ 09:06:04

    So sorry to hear you lost your mother at such a young age!
    Dwight

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  8. rothpoetry
    Apr 25, 2018 @ 09:05:15

    A wonderful poem. It is amazing how someone’s positive words can stay with us forever!

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  9. Laura Bloomsbury
    Apr 25, 2018 @ 06:32:43

    what a terrible parting Lynn but solace knowing your mother speaks through you and in this poem too

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  10. erbiage
    Apr 25, 2018 @ 05:09:43

    incredible write lynn. you seem at peace with this. what a gift those aunt-words. my birth father died 8 years before i started searching…

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  11. kim881
    Apr 25, 2018 @ 00:50:11

    I’m so sorry that you lost your mother before you got to know her, Lynn. How wonderful, though, that other people hear her voice and recognise her mannerisms in you, even if you can only see your dad in the mirror.But she’s still with you.

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    • lynn__
      Apr 25, 2018 @ 04:29:36

      Yes, I know her through photographs and what others have told me. My dad remarried and I was blessed with another mother who loved me.

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  12. Kathy Reed
    Apr 24, 2018 @ 22:37:08

    Mannerisms inherited are so amazing…I’m glad you know these things.😊

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  13. Margaret Elizabeth Bednar
    Apr 24, 2018 @ 21:42:59

    Awe – in your eagerness and inquisitiveness… Lovely.

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  14. Waltermarks
    Apr 24, 2018 @ 19:16:20

    It’s peculiar how you inherited your mom’s mannerisms. I’ll bet she imprinted on you and you on her long before you could remember. That’s a wonderful story

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