Gutter Money

[PrinceMyshkin]

Gutter money glittered in the street.
I bent to pick it up, but
the ligaments & sinew
of my mother's pain
set my back awry.
I looked for her in vain.
I seek her still.
I seek her still.




J. Newman © 2006

[motherhubbard]

I hope that the values I teach my children have such a lasting effect. Does the person in your poem, you perhaps, seek what is right inside? It is a mother's comfort to know that her children will carry her with them even when she is long gone.

As always, I enjoyed this.