Unremovable Disguise

Written for:  Poetics Aside – November Chapbook Challenge 2017 – Day 2
Write a disguise poem.  (Halloween, spies, practical jokes.  Some people disguise
their true selves on social media profiles–not to mention all the disguises used by plants, animals, and insects in the natural world.

In the last year
of her life,
she told me
of a man she loved
who sat at her table
for meals. Pointing
to another woman,
in mock whisper, she said,
he likes her more.
A second man in his
wheelchair, caught
her eye. She kissed him.
His visiting wife
was appalled. Mom laughed,
said she could not help it.
Not a bit sorry.

Sometimes her hair stuck
out in clumps. She did not
care, or was not aware
of how she looked. No books
or magazines graced her table
due to failing eyesight.

She railed at her aides.
Sometimes she wept,
confused, and asking, what
happened to me? At times
she was still my Mom.
I would catch a glimpse
underneath that veil
of illness.

About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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9 Responses to Unremovable Disguise

  1. trishwrites1 says:

    Whew- this got me in the gut

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  2. whimsygizmo says:

    Oh, Sara. This is so so beautiful. Beautifully sad. I’m so sorry.

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  3. Marie Elena says:

    Sara, I’m in tears. I assume this is your mother, and unfortunately I can relate. It’s so hard, isn’t it? So hard. You’ve captured this disease with the epitome of “show, don’t tell,” and you’ve left me in tears for it. Painfully penned.

    Hugs to you, hon. Please remember you are not alone in this.

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  4. MYRNA ZACH says:

    a long and difficult exit

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