Terri Lynn Cummings
Seasons stroll around the block
push a stroller filled with light
I wait for the sound of a name—
a lingering of e’s in the ear’s
Autumn slips behind a cloud
Winter wraps a cloak of gray
around my shoulders
The hour paces to and fro
pauses when Mother passes
from mercy to eternity
Wood smokes inside my throat
singes a presence poised on a tongue—
only the lost, silent enough to whisper Maureen
Poet’s Notes: How harsh it is not to hear a parent’s name spoken aloud. Days, weeks, months, years pass, cruel in their silence. Five years ago, my mother drifted away. I long to hear her voice or hear her friends call her name. (But they are gone from me, too.) Memories of our sweet times together now taste bittersweet like the cocoa in Mom’s chocolate pie recipe—my favorite.
Editor’s Note: Elegies are often a tough sell for lit mags as they tend to be too personal. Terri’s transcends (no pun intended) the personal, creating a universal sentiment that all should be able to appreciate. I am honored that Terri chose Songs of Eretz for this moving tribute to her mother.