Day 3 NatPoWriMo


Today’s set task is elegy, but with the added challenge of including some very personal tick or characteristic of that person.

My Mother’s Face


At her funeral

Much was said of

Her faith

Her frugality


Lesser known

Was her fierceness-

The Depression kid

With a Roman nose and overbite


Becoming a young lady

When the gloves, the hat

The heels and matching bag

Mattered oh so very much


Sealed your status

Was your Fate.

But without kismet

Best to be discreet


Another most ladylike

Attribute. Decked out

In concaving girdle

The metal garters


Carving into pale

Very slim flesh

Suspending her, engineering

her identity


But the teeth!

That was Mother Nature’s

Bad fairy godmother gift

Beyond any dental intervention



The world and women

Moved on.

The gloves came off

Somewhere around 1968



Only a very few women bothered

Wearing a hat to Mass

(In defiance of St. Paul)

Much beyond ‘72


Nuns raised their hemlines

Wimples were bygone

Sister Celestine dyed her fringe

Peeking from a postulant style veil


But that was all fashion

Not faith. For it was, after all

About the principle

Which is immortal, like the soul



Only in her sleep

Dozing on the couch during the 11 o’clock news

Would you notice it

Her jaw gone slack


So relaxed at day’s end

The reprieve from the practiced

Thrusting forward of her teeth

Into self-imposed alignment


A discipline, like daily mass

Grace and night prayers

A fierce sculpting that

Was her original face




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