MA HAD a HABIT
of drawing a beard, moustache and horns
on the faces of New York Post covers.
Not everyone, mind you. Just some.
She’d read the news,
shaking her head the whole way,
then reach for the Sharpie
kept close for this purpose.
In 2001, she hung a defaced bin Laden
“Wanted: Dead or Alive” cover
in her bedroom window,
facing the parking area.
I pulled in and saw it hanging there
in the window of my sweet little 82-year-old mother
and had to take a moment
before getting out of the car and going in.
THE TWO PEOPLE whose faces
she scribbled on the most
are now the presumptive presidential nominees.
One she said she’d never vote for,
the other she never expected to run for public office.
All this comes back to me now
in a campaign season
that has me wondering what my parents would say.
Maybe I’m looking for guidance, maybe comfort, I don’t know.
But they are gone now and there’s silence,
except for the memory of my mother’s artwork.
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Lately I wake up with a phrase or line of verse in my head, so I’ve made for myself a little Summer Challenge.