Wide hazel eyes once kept the lips at bay
At the edge of the table
like windows they were framed
with clinging on by their fingertips
and overlooking the view of tomorrow
on tiptoes…
Where Mama cooked a few meals
and each ingredient had a story
and every story was taken to the center stage
appreciated, passing time
told a thousand times over
but the teller
never given credit, my mother
until you hear it from another
and then you remember no other
but your mother
Where Papa learned a few songs
with his keyboard
which became his clock
the one he tried to preserve for
posterity
the one I broke out of curiosity
hunting for the melodies I heard him play
while he slept and work
but I went my way
never asking, my father
until I heard it from another
and then I remember no other
but my father
Imaginary siblings and all things
I once played with
Until reality put me above them
Between my brothers
A place
I have found
And I remember the children
the world
in my arms
like those who gather around a bonfire
Figures bathing in the pink glow
the sun not needed
I remember the warmth
I remember the song
I remember the meals
I remember the ingredients
I remember
why I’m centered in this corner
Wide hazel eyes still keeping lips at bay
At the edge of the table
Overlooking the view of
Of yesterday
JY
09/07/2013
Janalism 