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My Mother Controlled the Weather

My mother controlled the weather —
not in a big way, she couldn’t control floods
it turned out, but for special outdoor events —
weddings, anniversaries, funeral parties —
big enough to call her to call on Mother Mary,
she could be depended upon.

Even her pagan daughters
would think, Nothing to lose. . .
When she died, her five kids didn’t stop asking
for favors, refusing to reimagine how the rosaries
were said, what mouth they now came from,
or where they were headed,

or even how ragged she might be,
working this, working that,
if she were finally ready to say,
I’ve had it, do it yourself!
and with the toss of her hand, dismissing
her stunned, disbelieving children.

Mermer Blakeslee

 
 
   
 

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