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Mama Mada
Mothers
by Nik k i Gio vanni
the last time I was home
to see my mother we kissed
exchanged pleasantries
and unpleasantries pulled a warm
comforting silence around
us and read separate books
I remember the first time
I consciously saw her
we were living in a three room
apartment on burns avenue
mommy always sat in the dark
I don't know how I knew that but she did
that night I stumbled into the kitchen
maybe because I've always been
a night person or perhaps because I had wet
the bed
she was sitting on a chair
the room was bathed in moonlight diffused through
those thousands of panes landlords who rented
to people with children were prone to put in windows
she may have been smoking but maybe not
her hair was three-quarters her height
which made me a strong believer in the Samson myth
and very black
I'm sure I just hung there by the door
I remember thinking: what a beautiful lady
she was very deliberately waiting
perhaps for my father to come home
from his night job or maybe for a dream
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