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Mother, may I?

Today, on my walk, I was listening to a podcast interview. The child’s game — Mother, may I — was mentioned. I continued on my walk, turning the podcast off, as I often do to listen to the sounds around me.

The symphony of the birds I heard. The warmth from the sun shining above as well as the coolness and the shelter I felt from trees — along with the phrase — Mother, may I — birthed these two poems. Each uses this phrase – but in different contexts.

They came to me in this moment of inspiration.

I literally had to run home to write them down.

Enjoy.

Permission to be me

Children skip

and play

and ask

Mother, may I?

seeking

permission to be

Who

They

Are.

Me too.

Mother, may I?

Mother, may I?

Mother, May I?


Mother, May I?

May I 
look upon the sky

Open up 
to the sun
Brazen
Blazing

Your sun
You sky
Feeding all of us – animals and plants 

The sun
Your sun
Heating us up.

Mother, may I?

May I embrace
Your tree trunks
Roots grounded
in you.

Arms outstretched
toward you.
toward the heat.
the fire.
destroying us.
limb
by 
limb.

Mother, May I?

Sink my feet
in your sand
as waves lap 
upon my toes.

Gazing out
at your expanse
Blue, Blue, Blue
Everywhere
above and below.

My heart
is blue.
As the evidence 
Man-made
swirl around me

Syringes, plastic, and other debris
Deposited 
Dumped
on you
in you
Upon your shore.

Mother, may I?

Pause.
Come together 
heal
help
hope.

Mother, may I?

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1 thought on “Mother, may I?”

  1. Donald Anderson

    Wonderful use of free verse. The rhythms are so evocative, and the imagery comforting even when they are discomfiting.

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