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Clover Poetry Series: One Teen on Mother's Day

Clover Poetry Series: One Teen on Mother's Day

As a songwriter, I’ve always written poetry, even when I was unaware of it. My poems began as the lyrics I couldn’t find music to, but appreciated the words too much to throw the idea away. I started keeping a collection of phrases and stanzas that I tried to put into song. What I love the most about poetry is how the writer is completely unrestricted. When I write songs, I always have to think one step ahead in terms of musicality and structure. Poetry, on the other hand, is a good way to free write, letting go of composition; rather, just focusing on putting words together to express some sort of feeling. 

mother’s day
the stone was new
old enough that fresh skin blanketed the gashes
new enough that he could still smell her
see her
feel her

afternoon snacks
a picnic with a cooler
they were there until she was satisfied with mother’s day

the twins looked about five
too young to understand where their mother was
too old to forget

the father sent the kids to play to steal a moment to himself
he laid beside the tomb
if he closed his eyes, he could feel the bedsheets
feel her warmth radiating
the grass was cold with her six feet under

it’s hard to imagine that void
our minds are organized to hypothesize those outcomes
but divert the actual experience

parts of me collapsed standing five feet away
the father looked at me
his eyes needed kindness
but the aging abrasions of his skin pushed me away

“I want to be alone” simply means "stay with me"
but our needs are perilous in the face of loss
the two remain synonymous

 By Sofia Wolfson, 16

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