by Leslea Newman (Holyoke, MA)
Mirrors are covered
Wooden benches are set out
Have a good mourning
Where’s the coffee pot?
I ask my father, who knows
my mother would know
Welcome. Please come in.
Sit anywhere. Except there!
That’s my mother’s chair
Ancient Hebrew prayers
cannot bring my mother back,
so what good are they?
My aunt spills her tea
when I speak to her softly
in my mother’s voice
White coffee cup smeared
with my mother’s red lipstick.
Don’t you dare wash it.
Chocolate rugelach
my mother and I both love
clog my throat like mud
My mother’s old friend
cups my face with both her hands
Fingers wet with tears
My aunt stands to leave.
“Call if you need anything.”
I need my mother.
Lesléa Newman is the author of 70 books for readers of all ages including the poetry collections, I Carry My Mother and October Mourning: A Song For Matthew Shepard (novel-in-verse) and the picture books A Sweet Passover, My Name Is Aviva, and Ketzel, The Cat Who Composed.
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“Sitting Shiva” copyright © 2015 Lesléa Newman from I Carry My Mother (Headmistress Press, Sequim, WA 2015). Used by permission of the author.
Lovely! Thank you, Leslea and Bruce.
Evocative, beautiful without being unduly sentimental. Thanks for sharing.