as a child you watch
your mother cook -- her white apron
full of starch, white hands -
not sure about a second "white" so close to each other,
could you think of another word etc..clean and dry.
you see her dusting,
brooming, vacuum -- the massive,-
maybe its just me, but I cant quite fathom, whose the "wind swept body is" and if it is meant to be the mother, cleaning indoors, why is there wind???wind-swept body
moving about-
should you have a period here to end the stanza, or is it meant to lead on the the one below???
the curtains washed
religiously, laundry done on time;
dinner ready,
dishes done. She's done a
good job.
and now you watch
with disdain.
[is that what 'good job' means
for me, too?]
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ending feels a little too rushed, I get the poem, well I think I do, but I want to know why you/narrator feels this disdain, I've been told, but not shown, also as it stands, maybe without a more meaty last stanza, the rhetoric does not work for me, to loose.Always good to see a post of yours, hope you are well.
thanks for the read
Best Regards
Vincent