A Gift for Mum
by Hostess on Jan.23, 2010, under Poetry
I would drive as far as my gas tank would take me,
and then I would run the rest of the way,
until I reached the shores of Victoria.
I would gather each plant, each flower,
each piece of the Old World,
each rock, each government building,
each lamp, each iron-wrought lamp,
each cup of tea, each cube of sugar,
each drop of cream, each foreign accent,
each wink, each photo, each sigh,
every bewildered stare,
and gather them up in a bag,
just to see her smile again.
