"Hi."
I chanced upon your mother the other day.
She looked at me with smiling eyes
And wished me luck and happiness.
I wonder if you grew up to look like her.
I wonder if you still hate coleslaw
And love peppers
And hate wind chimes
And love Daria
And hate winters
And love Meg Cabot
And hate overalls
And-
..."Hi."
What?
I recognised the warmth of a mother
And the generosity of a kind liar
When she passed on your regards.
"Hi," she said you said.
Did you, really?
Posted Apr 2, 2020, 6:49 PM UTC · edited
Even being conscious of trying to give high-effort feedback I don't know what else to say other than this poem is perfect. There's nothing I'd change. The words feel poignant with a tad pinch of hope. The abrupt break in rhythm from the "and love/hate" repetition to "hi" felt extremely natural. Even being a single, non-parent I was able to easily imagine myself talking to the mother of my daughter, daydreaming about her wellbeing, then interrupted to be given a small sliver of hope that she might be thinking about me too.
Thank you so much, I appreciate your taking the time out to write this.