Your Mother’s Favorite Song
It’s that song that makes her
close her eyes and nod her head,
music sending her back to a time
before she had you, reverie
back to that tight-waist hip-hugger
pants time, that barrettes
and bobby soxer time, that
doo wop and shang-a-lang time.
It’s that song that comes
back for her when her last
good nerve has frayed like her
house’s bad wiring, a tune
she hums elbows deep in all
the muck your family accumulates—
compost or wet clothes,
leaf rot or bathroom mold—
making her wistful from platforms
and rhinestones, glitter balls
and …
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