Psalm for My Mother

Psalm for My Mother

By Kay Bell

I am your daughter,
sprawled out across your belly,
kissing the love that handles you,
grasping the aching of suns,
heaving the journey of what
has been
splintered and kidnapped,
from the voice
that no longer belongs to you.

Praise the days for their length
and the nights for hidden joy,
and for an elated native tongue
that recites prayer
and combat
and baptism

and for Christ sake, for the little girl inside of us both;

that no one has touched

or shaped by the acid of tears
and the shrinking of bones

the little girls
who remember:
today cannot be yesterday
and we must embrace tomorrow

alive

in the menacing joy of our history...


Kay Bell has been writing since her 6th grade teacher introduced her to the poetry form: Haiku. She can be quoted: “If it makes me cry, sweat or bleed, then it is worth writing about”. Kay Bell has been published in the book “Brown Molasses Sunday: An Anthology of Black Women Writers”, Moko: Caribbean Arts and Letters, The Write Launch, as well as other venues. She is earning a MFA at The City College of New York.

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