Mother

purposeful, quiet
peering in to look at
the sleeping loves of her life
choking and pushing down
the mixture of fear and love
the feeling that squeezes the breath from her heart.
slowly, quietly, she closes the door
forever
wishing them the peace of their dreams

True?

Low lying sky,
buried moon
sky-borne infant,
flying spoon

All day minute,
random pose
flat macaroni,
short-sighted nose.

Safe carcinogens,
over-stuffed modern chair
who’s to say what’s true?
As the long as the words go