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Kaleidoscope (For Ann, My Mother)


Memory is
a kaleidoscope
of time
moving in, moving out
you reach in to find her
the little girl you
never were
and the Mother
you thought you had
each image is a
re-layering
of the mix
of the image before
folding and refolding
you pick, you choose
what you notice
what notices you
the colored particles
continually collapsing
unfolding, un-forming
is there some fragment left
of you, of her
did the robin today sing a note
from the song she once sang
does the sky wear a color she once
wore
are there molecules in the air
that will join and
become her again?


Written Tuesday February 21, 2012 on the bus/copyright/All Rights reserved
by this Author Melissa A. Howells/ Meloo from her Tilt-a-World







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