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Recitative for Mothers’ Day

Where are you going,
little girl, little boy?
Out of my life
into yours?

Will you take me with you?
Part of me
with part of you
for always?

What will you do,
little girl, little boy?
Will you be happy and
will you tell stories
about me
when you are happy
with people who
never knew me
when you look around
your world
remembering
not quite
remembering —

autumn fruit crescents
Bosc brown
pearbark
over sweet grainy white

Honeycrisp red
popping in your teeth
snappy cold
cheek-bulging

Juicy!
you said.

yellow cheese
scherenschnitte

parades of golden raisins
dotted lines
on peanut butter goo
celery-troughed

glassy green olive oil
dip
and
drip

You forgot crackers!
you said.

soapy foam clouds
rosemarymint
herbed fingers
proof of clean

Smell!
you said.

neon lime popsicle creeks
running in July
bearding your chins
ringing your fingers

Good!
you said.

Clocks ticked
suns climbed the sky
and slid down

time to go

Bye, Grandma!
you said.