For the first time, on the road north of Tampico,
I felt the life sliding out of me,
a drum in the desert, harder and harder to hear.
I was seven, I lay in the car
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I who did not die, who am still living, still lying in the backseat behind all my questions....I hold this part of this poem in high regard.
Years later I smile to think of that journey, the borders we must cross separately, stamped with our unanswerable woes.
A very touching poem indeed. The road of life often offers bumpy ride and if we can negotiate it, well done!
...........excellent poem....I could never ride in the back seat again ★
Beautiful. The doctrine to fix the fist of existence. It's a feast of positive thought.........................................................Pranab k c
Very nice! A mother's simple loving conversation can stay with a child for ever.
very...nice......really nice...i wish naomi didnt use religions in it tho -_-
The poem makes a profound impression, almost pertinent point.