Poem: The Cuckoo Belly Clock

Poem: The Cuckoo Belly Clock

Is it easier for you when I'm not around?
You wouldn't have to walk on eggshells year round.
Maybe you should date someone
younger, less worrisome.
Someone that will watch the dawn
with you, someone that isn't me, and
my motherly ways.
I might as well be a mother.
God, I yearn for oddlings anew.
To the point of sincere bother.
It happens to be my maternal clock,
it's off its hinges swinging in the
doorway of my youth.
I dream I'm trying to take it off the
wall, but it's attached by an infinite
string hidden and always connected.
A nightmare I can't evade or hide from.
Wake me when I'm no longer a mother,
then maybe we can lay in the shade of solemnity.

7/14/2013