My Real Mother Or Hut On Chicken Legs Poem by Alexandre Nodopaka

My Real Mother Or Hut On Chicken Legs



Canto I

For 63 years we were
friends until that terminal
year when we stopped.

I because I lost her
and she because
of dementia.

Canto II

She turned into Baba Yaga
when I decided to leave
from where I lived so long

for a new life and new vistas
where shacks were not built
on chicken drumsticks.

Thursday, October 4, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: archiving
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