Audrey Brown
THE TRILOGY OF TWO (2) HALVES
PART I
like the lady in the photograph (1998)
her came into our life
uninvited
apparently always there in another place with another
name
an accident
found out on the school yard from others
like a web blog on the internet for all to see
her looks like the lady in the photograph
pretty and exotic in that typical
tamure way
her looks more like him than me
but fat
fair with yucky teeth and over
expressive mouth
her seems intelligent
and dictionary nice
but after something more than her lets on
he says
their friendship
was conceived from naivety and no idea
the result
a baby older than i
born to a sky
with no mother or father
a small start elsewhere
with a L O U D arrival of her here am her
let sing her.
PART II
she the chief executive and her (2003)
she so different
petite smoker workaholic
with world on she’s shoulders
hardly eats so disciplined materially focused
& controllingly beautiful with synchronised hair
she born to a body that is a power suit
everything is perfect
except her
the pimple
on she’s upper lip
her came in the universe before she
despite all she’s prayers
god never told she about her
she’ll never tell her to her face
but she’s heart says it all
and she’s d i s t a n c e
her the opposite of she
a child of the ocean
she of the sun and rising
her made she’s perfect
world imperfect
the
illegitimate
legitimate
press
d e l e t e
PART III
albums of life’s time (2007)
mama had a stroke
talofae
how does an iron will become melted?
stubborn
mama’s mouth places a straight face
as if there is no pain
while eyes juxtapose as you move mama from the bed to the chair
the fan is working overtime
and the sun is trying to forgive the situation
by keeping as honest as it possibly can
while mama is sleeping
you open the albums full of pictures
and see the life of your family
without you
a lifetime compacted together
with stories to speak of many times
seeing peoples faces in babies
and mannerisms of mothers and fathers in children and grandchildren
it’s hard to be in two (2) places at once
especially as you were never meant to be here until now
your heart whispers to self
it’s not your fault the albums of life’s time
pieces the jigsaw d i s t a n c e of she
mama is awake now
its time for her taele
you really don’t know what you’re doing
but you casually reassure her
no worries mama
its only you
her grand daughter
her son’s eldest daughter
older than she
you can hear the river flowing
from behind the house
and feel a certain shelter
from the trees.
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