Guest Poet Kathryn Tarbell

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.

August, 1998

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.

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