Silk Skin

The gapped teeth slam onto closed lips -
Nan screams and blood steams down chins and shins.
Tiles gleam in water soaked blunder as –

Mum seems calm under pressure,
The youngest member
                won’t remember why
Her plumpest lip scarred. 
A little girl is brave in danger if
Her mother shows her well.
My mother showed me well.

A savage and scavenger,
Rough and wild wrangler,
My mother’s skin was tougher silk -
Her eyes met kind strangers
Her words were sad remainders
Of the wondrous life she had built.

Mum was always a builder,
She built bathrooms and sprinkler
Systems, kitchens, and foyers;

too bold to be helped.

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