in closing . . . (a tonal drawing written in poetic form)

in closing
(last letter from Mama)

the words were simple
stumbling through the strokened mumblings
of someone whose life had been spent
in the loneliness of unwanted places
and the bitter taste of something surrendered
and lost in years of unanswered giving
sitting there waiting in a room
a long way from where she was born

Copyright © 1993 Asili Ya Nadhiri

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