These three poems from the Stone Circle archive explore the mother/child bond — a mother teaches her child to write, a daughter watches her mother grow old, and a mother oils and braids her daughter’s hair.
Mother Verse
by Isabella Mori
Write one verse, then another, a daisy chain of little white words with a sun inside.
Like my mother made.
A mother teaching her child to write — and the long, complicated afterlife of that gift.
My mother’s body in old age
by Gail Zing
her wide surprise
jarred by the mirror’s stranger again and again, was that
me, a stupefied bystander
A daughter sees her own future in the mirror of her aging mother.
On Our Living Room Floor, My Mother Tries to Forgive Me
by Arushee Bhoja
Hands reach to hair
to hands to mother to daughter to daughter
to child.
The same tenderness passed hand to hand — grandmother to mother to daughter.
Don’t stop there…
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