In Silence

She talks to me,
in the silence of my mind.
We've had many exchanges;
can't really call them conversations,
more like revelations.

She's shown me things —
people and places
that helped make
a mop-top little boy
into the man he is today.

And she's told me things
I don't understand the significance of
but I don't try,
she knows he'll know.

She has chosen me
as intermediary
and I enjoy the time she spends with me,
it always feels calm,
warm,
and easy,
as if it's the most natural thing
in the world.

And then there are times
 I feel her with me
and she doesn't say a word,
she just is.

I don't know why
she comes to me 
—except that I am in Love
with her son —
and despite
what others might think,
she seems quite okay
with that.



Janet Reid
july 2008





Awarded by Poetic Constellations ~ July 30, 2008