Mother jiggles in her chair,
rocks and sways
I sense it coming
Arching her shoulders
Raising up her body to expel this enigma
How can this be
Telling to me
Telling me who has a radar
Who knows instinctively when
disclosure is near

I’ve been the first to hear
So many stories
Now this
My own mother
Who has carried this secret
throughout her life of almost ninety years
He was not a moral man she announces
Why are her details
so obvious, so predictable
Textbook as we say

Go ahead my dear Mother
Let go
Spit it out
Release yourself of the shame and guilt
you’ve unjustly carried
Go ahead Mother dear
Let go
Spit it out
I can withstand it
I can survive it
as you have
I know the words you need to hear



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