WHEN MY MOTHER STOPPED WORKING


WHEN MY MOTHER STOPPED WORKING

When my mother stopped working,

Her life misted to silence:

That blazing woman-

Who challenged raging waves-

Now beats a path to solitude:

Wild rasping bee of woman-

Whimpered into a lady bird:

Sweet mother,

Took her wings-

Into a place-

Where leaves are weathered;

And fall in the night.