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Early In The Morning
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Early In The Morning

While the long grain is softening
in the water, gurgling
over a low stove flame, before
the salted Winter Vegetable is sliced
for breakfast, before the birds,
my mother glides an ivory comb
through her hair, heavy
and black as calligrapher's ink.

She sits at the foot of the bed.
My father watches, listens for
the music of comb
against hair.

My mother combs,
pulls her hair back
tight, rolls it
around two fingers, pins it
in a bun to the back of her head.
For half a hundred years she has done this.
My father likes to see it like this.
He says it is kempt.

But I know
it is because of the way
my mother's hair falls
when he pulls the pins out.
Easily, like the curtains
when they untie them in the evening.

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Comments (6)

This poem is pages from the parental diary and it is a tribute too which also speaks of Mother's Day and Father's Day and also the feelings connected with. It is a mom and dad's poem; a mom and dad's memory picitured through.
Very lovely poem early in the morning such memory of ones mother and father I like very much Michael Cochrane new poet.37242
This is a really lovely understated poem. I have just introduced a year 10 class to it and they loved it. So do I.
I have just discovered Li-Young Lee and I shall not let him go. Oh what poetry.
This took my breath away...before I shouted with joy...
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