Still away from home base, staying with my younger, Navy son who is now stationed at Pearl Harbor. As much as I love my son and appreciate my increasingly rare chances to be with him, as time goes on, it is not easy to be here. The poem below talks about that.
Kalliope
Means "beautiful voice" from Greek καλλος (kallos) "beauty" and οψ (ops) "voice". In Greek mythology she was a goddess of epic poetry and eloquence, one of the nine Muses.
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Misplaced
It may have become
My younger son's fate
To have his residence
Wherever it may be
Represent dislocation to me.
It's where I went
At his behest
After my husband died unexpectedly.
So all that dislocation
Landed in his lap
Figuratively speaking.
And now, with his time
Taken up with his
Adopted family; mother and
Children of different fathers.
Bi-cultural, though the children's
Is different than their mother's,
I'm just sort of shoe-horned
Into a path turbulent with
Emotional tugs at cross-purposes.
So, I listen when he speaks
Of his frustrations, aggravations.
What can I say that will help?
Best I provide my ears in near silence
Surviving in the sense of lost space,
Until I can touch down again
In the place I call mine
Far away from this island "paradise."
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