My Mother Is The Last Piece Of The Holy Trinity
for Cecelia.
I.
i believe in my mother, / her memories & the pains
& every time i prayed,
i mentioned / my mother’s name
& made / it holy like the Trinity
dear Lord, may this / not be the last poem / i will write for a woman
who has protected / her own son like
the way you had protected yours
2003, in a broken country – with / a thin body,
my mother baked /a thick wall inside my skin
that’s how i survive / a war that was fed with
babies’ bodies / being crowded with bullets
[“& lo a voice from heaven, said, this is my beloved Son daughter, in whom I am well pleased.”]
II.
i am my mother’s first love –
her yesterday, today & forever
a scars that show / her…
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