Portrait of a Mother

The lines below her mouth went down.
Embittered for years at her failed marriage
at her living in her parents’ house
without a home of her own,
her 3 children fatherless
though He lived blocks away.

At work she did the men’s difficult tasks
(for a great deal less pay)
better than They might have done —
there she found a satisfaction.

After caring for her dying parents
proud of her children now grown up,
her husband back after 40 years
he too needing her care,
it all seemed somehow too late.
Where were the simple pleasures she had dreamed.
The lines below her mouth went down.

Robert A. Davies has published in recent years largely online. He has been writing poems seriously since 1969. He has published Timber, Tracks in Oregon, Melons and Mendelssohn, and Bluff Hollow. He was co-editor of Mr. Cogito for about 20 years. He has recently appeared in Dissident Voice and Windfall He can be reached at: rjdavies3@comcast.net. Read other articles by Robert A..