Mary Oishi ABQ Poets Against War

when i asked how my mother could give me away

dad always told me:
she loved you that night i drove through
a goddamn pennsylvania snowstorm
to get you to the hospital
that time you had pneumonia
XXXX your mother holding you
XXXX crying, crying the whole way
i plowed that ole '53 buick
straight through snowdrifts
fast as i could go

i don't know what to tell you, girl.
she loved you that day
that much i know


mary oishi
16 january 2011