Literary Mama writing about the many faces of motherhood
Way to Go

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Saturday noon
wrinkled matrons take
frail mothers out for lunch,
exchange smiles of patience
past the single red carnations
in glass vases.

One parked next to me
as I eased my bent mother
into the car
on the cliff above the seawall.
She was chatting to
her seat-belted mother
quietly dead.

This poem previously appeared in Canadian Women's Studies, Volume 20, #1, Spring 2000.



Julia van Gorder is mother to two and grandmother to two. She is widely published in literary magazines.


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