A Poetry Sporadical of Repeating Forms
A Poetry Sporadical of Repeating Forms
Momma, don’t you know it’s me?
It’s John, your oldest son, who’s here.
Who’s that? What do you want? Who’s he?
Momma, don’t you know? It’s me!
I hear a voice but I don’t see
my Johnnie. He’ll be nine this year.
Momma, don’t you know? It’s me.
It’s John, your oldest son. Who’s here?
[Originally published in The Eclectic Muse]
Mary E. Moore is a physician who began writing poetry after retirement. Her work has appeared in Bumbershoot and in many other journals. Her chapbook, Novermber Day is available from Shadow Poetry. Much of her work can be seen on her website.