Tonight's Poet Corner: Mother's Land
Mother's Land by Belinda Roddie It was warm and ripe and lively, without a kitchen to be seen. She wore silk and scarves and leather, all together, an obscene rebuke of societal expectations. What a world! It was right. It was good. There were chances to be different, to be new. I held my mother's hand through twilight, told her that this place was hers, and if she ever needed to be by herself, I'd dig underground to please her. She didn't mind my gloomy presence. She said it beautifully countered the sun. She wore silk and scarves and leather, becoming her true form before she died.