My mother becoming other dimensions of a man
My mother forgetting her name but remembering important dates
My mother turning her body into a bridge
My mother as bent knees, pleading eyes
My mother as an answered prayer in the dark
My mother shaving all her hair and looking into the mirror
Her yellow-sun dress
Her trembling hands
Editor’s Note: *Title from Soldiers Aim at Us by Ilya Kaminsky.
Tryphena Yeboah is a Ghanaian journalist and poet. Her works have appeared in Eunioa Review, Tampered Press, After the Pause, Praxis Magazine and elsewhere.
