“Einstein’s Mother” by Tracy K. Smith

 
 
 
 
“Einstein’s Mother”
 
 
 
Tracy K. Smith
 
 
 
 
Was he mute a while,
or all tears. Did he raise
his hands to his ears so
he could scream scream
scream. Did he eat only
with his fists. Did he eat
as if something inside of him
would never be fed. Did he
arch his back and hammer
his heels into the floor
the minute there was
something he sought.
And did you feel yourself
caught there, wanting
to let go, to run, to
be called back to wherever
your two tangled souls
had sprung from. Did you ever
feel as though something
were rising up inside you.
A fire-white ghost. Did you
feel pity. And for whom.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
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~ by samofthetenthousandthings on July 25, 2020.