Songs of my Mother

A new Jog has been published titled Songs of my Mother, by poet Emeniano Acain Somoza, Jr., author of A Fistful of Moonbeams, was published by Kilmog Press in April 2010.

Black

My mother once told me I am the token
tear of a long-running silent epic.

When a true love died she vowed
to bury herself with him. At the funeral
she did not weep because she said the dead
just don’t.

She just ate in secret the wreath
of purple orchids and black nemophilas
which the mourners had used to beautify
the bier.When the hearsemen hammered
the last nail in, they thought the coffin
had gotten heavier. Smilingly she said,
‘must be all those silky flowers in my stomach.’

I was four when she got married
again. I thought, ‘Some plants thrive
in the deepest bowels, and even
if they can’t see the sun
they just keep growing; their flowers
blooming in the misty elegance
of long-suffering silent evenings.’

Last night, she came as I was potting,
repotting my plants —

‘Your poems,’ she said,
‘they scare me.’

‘Mother, have you seen this new
black carnation?’ 

‘…They have the voice
of my true love…’

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