I don’t know my first memory of Mom.
I recall the photo and home movies: beehive hair, white mini. Was it when I cut my hand on that protruding stone at the daycare center? Was it the fleeting images of her cooking in our 52 Holland Avenue basement apartment? I can’t remember.
of Ireland’s formation–
a nestled baby
Photo by Meghan Holmes
first published in Image Curve, September 6, 2018
for dVerse Poets’ OLN #227 (pubtended by Grace)