“For whatever we lose (like a you or a me)
It’s always our self we find in the sea”
The angel who smells of my childhood
My mother, piano and oboe
Whose face the icon reflects
Auburn hair like a Modigliani
Eyes the color of rain
Light caught by surprise
Whose presence the absence reveals
Whose laughter burns snow
Whose warm breath I breathed
This morning as I woke
The scent of gardenias whispering
I never left you
© Hélène Cardona
From Life in Suspension (Salmon Poetry, 2016); you can read Hélène’s bio HERE.
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One thought on “To Kitty, Who Loved the Sea and Somerset Maugham”
These three poems, full of memory, images, your mother, you growing into who you are—thank you for each of them. This one, like the others, is quite beautiful, quite imagistic. A delight.
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