When I’m Gone, I’ll Come Back as a Window, by Claudia Serea
Posted on November 27, 2019
And you won’t know it’s me.
At night, I’ll watch the moonlight
fall in love with the faucet.
I’ll listen to the mice in their corners
and to the house creaks, full of thoughts,
and to your sighs upstairs
when you lie awake in your bed.
Outside, the wind will move the
rhododendron,
and I’ll rattle
when a branch pokes me
with an accusing finger.
And you won’t know it’s me,
but I’ll still be your Mom,
shield you from rain
and give your face
the perfect frame.
I’ll gather sunset in my panes
and throw a ray into your hair
when you’re done with the dishes
and lean close to me
to check out the street.
*Miletus*
International Literary Magazine
Summer 2019