My Mother Is The Last Piece Of The Holy Trinityfor Cecelia.
i believe in my mother, / her memories & the pains
& every time i prayed,
i mentioned / my mother’s name
& made / it holy like the Trinity
dear Lord, may this / not be the last poem / i will write for a woman
who has protected / her own son like
the way you had protected yours
2003, in a broken country – with / a thin body,
my mother baked /a thick wall inside my skin
that’s how i survive / a war that was fed with
babies’ bodies / being crowded with bullets
[“& lo a voice from heaven, said, this is my beloved
i am my mother’s first love –
her yesterday, today & forever
a scars that show / her feeding the / 4,000 mouths
that grew in me/ when my father left
i am the origin of the wrinkles that / run on her face like veins
& today i believe more in / my mother like the way / i believe in Yeshua
Jeremy T. Karn @Jeremy_Karn96 writes from somewhere in Liberia. His work had appeared in 20.35: Contemporary African Poets Volume III anthology, The Whale Road, The Rising Phoenix, Kalahari Review, African Writers, Praxis Online, Shallow Tales Review and elsewhere. His chapbook, Miryam Magdalit, has been selected by Kwame Dawes and Chris Abani (The African Poetry Book Fund), in collaboration with Akashic Books, for the 2021 New-Generation African Poets chapbook box set.
Banner: Lovely Rose, photograph and digital manipulation by Moira J. Saucer.