Mother's Song
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'From the first words on a page, Mother's Song heralds honesty, depth and the raw power of truth. Each poem could embody the experiences of a mother, a sister or a daughter, a friend...a lover or a son. This poetry is for every one of us. It's a collection of healing and, at times, confronting words, from short verse to big ballads. It
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Mother's Song - Jacquelene Pearson
MOTHER’S SONG
JACQUELENE PEARSON
Ginninderra PressMother’s Song
ISBN 978 1 76109 340 1
Copyright © text Jacquelene Pearson 2022
Cover image: Breathe in the keys, by Stephen Pearson
All rights reserved. No part of this ebook may be reproduced, distributed or transmitted in any form or by any means without the prior written permission of the copyright holder. Requests for permission should be sent to the publisher at the address below.
First published 2022 by
Ginninderra Press
PO Box 3461 Port Adelaide 5015
www.ginninderrapress.com.au
CONTENTS
Rivers We Cross
Bloom
Acknowledgements
About the Poet
Thanks
Carl, Jess, Livy, Steve, Maryann, Central Coast Poets and Friday Night Poets – thanks for your love and nurturing.
Dedication
For Denise, Yelva, Miriam and all the other mothers I have known
RIVERS WE CROSS
Cardiac care
She is naked.
The male nurse lifts her tenderly
as he gives blood, takes blood,
gives pain, takes pain.
He asks her age but the agony’s got her tongue
so he answers for her:
I can see you’re minutes away from puberty.
You’re about to become a woman
and soon you will be strong and well.
I can see.
She can see
both arms strapped to boards
two dark drainage tubes
at the base of her rib cage
to keep the fluid off her lungs.
They wired her breastbone back together.
Internal stitches and magic tape
keep the scar narrow.
Mummy says she is lucky
to have a new-model scar.
It only goes from neck to belly.
It doesn’t curl around her back
like the old-fashioned ones.
Is it the pain or morphine
that makes her scream?
Makes her bed lumpy.
I’m lumpy.
Covers her in spiders and snakes.
Get them off me. I’m all lumpy.
The young priest sits with her
when Mummy takes a break.
His hand warms her cold fingers.
Would you like to pray?
he asks quietly.
She obeys.
Our Father, who art in Heaven
hallowed be thy name…
Is he crying or watching?
She is eleven.
Homeland
She lives in the Village now.
Pays a pretty greenback
for an apartment with a view.
Just doesn’t look at the wounds
where the towers used to stand.
Nine-eleven, she was there.
Fled to the street from the 30th floor.
Swept up in the steel and concrete storm.
Shrapnel gouged her shins
as she rode the human wave.
Now