“For whatever we lose (like a you or a me)
It’s always our self we find in the sea”
E.E. Cummings
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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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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