Breaking
By George Ella Lyon
Two years ago today my mother died,
eighty-nine and brilliant, stubborn, brave.
I broke one of her cardinal rules and cried
aloud in the hospital hall—alive, beside
myself with all she took and all she gave.
Two years ago today my mother died.
Three weeks before, she’d been at work, pride
for a moment stronger than death’s wave.
I broke one of her cardinal rules and cried—
a lost daughter, the child to whom she’d lied
as if that would keep a monster in its cave.
Two years ago today my mother died
and freed us from her rules, where shut inside
we’d buried joy and anguish to behave.
I broke one of her cardinal rules and cried,
made a scene, a spectacle, did not hide
my grief that it was me now I must save.
Two years ago today my mother died.
I broke the rules, I found love’s voice. I cried.
George Ella Lyon reads “Breaking”
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