The Apology Day breakfast

my mother did not grow up

with her mother I did not

grow up with mine my son

did not grow up with me


how does one define the jigsaw

when the pieces are misshapen

by the constant hands of others?


the gift of life is maternity

and the removal of this is

a reparation that has no price


the picture is askew in the portrait

you offer and rejection is the new

graffiti to rewrite the script


you offer breakfast and forget

I found my mother

and rebirthed my son

Together we are the Banquet




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Ali Cobby Eckermann

Ali Cobby Eckermann is the author, most recently, of the poetry collection Inside My Mother (Giramondo Publishing, 2015) and the memoir Too Afraid to Cry (Ilura Press, 2013).

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