Coming up this Saturday ... Jim Gleason's Little People - Part 2

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My mother stands in the kitchen of my childhood, she’s slicing and dicing and stirring, 
white apron on, drinking cold coffee, baking serving caring listening.

My mother stands in the living room of my childhood, her arm outstretched as 
if trying to grasp the notes from Rosa Ponselle on the stereo, and the reject 
arm drops the next record, and the Limelighters sing about morning on a thousand hills, 
she reaches for my hand, and we touch, and we twirl, my brothers turn away, 
she teaches me about the joy and desperation in music.

My mother rocks in the bedroom of my childhood, her guitar a silhouette 
against the window where the white sheer curtains hang, and the headlights come, 
first slow and then fast around the room, first slow and then fast around the room. 
It seems as if they’ll never end and she’s singing to me, she’s singing about the moon, 
and she’s singing about lost love.

Where are you? Dancing with my mother

My brothers embarrassed, but we didn’t care emotions are meant to be shared
Brown paper bag sits by the chair, cigarette smoke hangs in the…

Where are you? Dancing with my mother

I stand in the kitchen and the living room and the bedrooms of my children’s future 
memories and when I look at the moon a little too long or when I’ve 
had a little too much wine, but most especially when I wear the white apron, 
my daughter sees my faraway face and she says

Where are you? I’m dancing with my mother…

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