My Mother is the last link to my childhood. She knew me before I knew myself. She alone looks at me now and sees the pointed chin and turned-up nose of a two-year-old. A part of me I know only through her will be lost to me when she is gone.
Kathryn Tarbell's Questions:
Thinking of the millenium makes me realize that my Mother will soon be
gone. Does this poem convey the sadness and sense of aloneness I feel at
the though of losing her? Does it need to be longer, to explore this
feeling that "she alone" can truly know me? This is my first submission
and I will appreciate any helpful comments. Thank you.