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Mom

oh antic God
return to me
my mother in her thirties
leaned across the front porch
the huge pillow of her breasts
pressing against the rail
summoning me in for bed.

I can barely recall her song
the scent of her hands
though her wild hair scratches my dreams
at night.   return to me, oh Lord of then
and now, my mother’s calling,
her young voice humming my name.
—from oh antic god by Lucille Clifton

 

Rizalina Arzadon Quintos Uhing
27 December 1947 – 9 February 2014

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21 thoughts on “◉ ◉ ◉ ◉ ◉ ◉ ◉

  1. What a beautiful poem for your mother. so sorry for your loss. Hold tight to the treasure she was and is in your life, I lost my mother at the age of 8 never forget for we are the person we are because of them…. My thoughts and prayers are with you.

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  2. Nat, I wish you could have seen how beautiful Mom looked before the cremation…so beautiful, with a hint of a smile. Surely she is happy now. Oh God, I just can’t help crying all the time. Maybe I’ll get over it! Dad

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    1. She sounds lovely all of our moms in their own way are I sure she is happy now embracing God’s love. Never get over the person she helped you to be. God be with you.

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    1. Time will help you, the memories you have will help you Sometimes we just need those little moments of time to help us through the big moments I sure Nat understands. Peace be with you. Her page is beautiful true tribute.

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