Lucille Clifton - Last Words


i am unforming
out of flesh
into the rubble
of the ground
there will be
new scars new tests
new "Mamas"
coming around

oh antic God
return to me
my mother in her thirties
leaned across the front porch
the huge pillow of her breasts
pressing against the rail
summoning me in for bed.

I am almost the dead woman's age times two.

I can barely recall her song
the scent of her hands
though her wild hair scratches my dreams
at night. return to me, oh Lord of then
and now, my mother's calling,
her young voice humming my name.