Katia Raina

The Magic Mirror

Dear Mama,

 You formed me

Inside you.

And then, you wore frayed flowered house-dresses

For a year

Lugged basins full of blankets

Dirty with my pee,

In a small city you hated

You carried my stroller up to the fifth floor,

Panting

In cold 1978

That’s got to be worth something,

 

You formed me,

That’s got to be worth something, Mama

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April 30, 2010 - Posted by | Personal Mirror

2 Comments »

  1. This is such a powerful depiction of motherhood and only the tip of the iceberg, as we both know. Thank you for sharing this.

    Comment by Cresta McGowan | May 2, 2010 | Reply

    • Thanks, Cresta! You’re so right about the tip of the iceberg bit. The rest of the iceberg is too heavy for a poem. Happy Mother’s Day 🙂

      Comment by Katia Raina | May 2, 2010 | Reply


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