Memory

Poem By Lucille Clifton

ask me to tell how it feels
remembering your mother's face
turned to water under the white words
of the man at the shoe store. ask me,
though she tells it better than i do,
not because of her charm
but because it never happened
she says,
no bully salesman swaggering,
no rage, no shame, none of it
ever happened.
i only remember buying you
your first grown up shoes
she smiles. ask me
how it feels.

Comments about Memory

I read it several times. What a great way to see the good outcome and not focus on what had to be endured. This for me is the reason for poetry. Thanks- - - - - - -
Such a beautifully told tale of a mother protecting her child from the meanness and csllousness of ignorant others. Simply gorgeous poem and adding to my favorites.
This poem takes my breath away. Such a gentle, subtle way of pointing out the injustices forced upon innocent people by the isms of others. She could have gone into full detail about the horrific things being said, but instead what shines out of this poem is a mother's love for her child and need to protect her. In the face of such ignorance, Clifton shows us humanity. For me, this is up there with 'If you prick us do we not bleed...'. Don't let the simplicity of the writing fool you - this poem matters. Hugs Anna xxx


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