Last night I learned that my friend’s mother passed away, and I can’t even think how to write a poem today, unless it is a poem that honors her and her life. I am not well myself, so I am of little or no help to anyone, but what I can do is write, and pray.
Today’s NaPoWriMo challenge is to write a poem using anaphora. The Poetry Foundation defines anaphora as the repetition of a word or words at the beginning of successive phrases, clauses, or lines to create a sonic effect.
It is sad that we are so close to Mother’s Day. But I think the idea to use anaphora is perfect, because it helps to emphasize her role, her experiences, her impact.
Mother
by Jan Brown
She is the one who was born into beauty
Who lived through the ugly pogroms
Who gave birth in the displaced persons camp
And still carried on
She is the one who brought children to the new world
Who struggled in a strange land
Who grappled with a loony language (English)
And still made a life
She is the one who worked hard hours
Who created a home for her husband
Who gave life to her family
And kept it going
She is the one who loved them
Who loved them when they went to war
Who loved them when they were flawed
And when they were perfect
She is the one who loved them
Who loved them when they went to college
Who loved them when they were sick
And when they held on
She is the one who cooked perogies
Who made kapusta and babka
Who taught us to make the holidays flavorful
And made us smile
She is the one who loved and lost
Who suffered that loss that no mother should
Who grieved her son, not yet fifty
And still held up
She is the one who loved and lost
Who grieved her husband, together so long
Who carried on, alone and lonely
And still loved him
She is the one who is reunited
Who is greeted by husband and son
Who is greeted by saints and angels
And we will always love
mezzojan 