Categories Poetry My Mother’s Coat Post author By Beth Blackwell Post date January 16, 2023 No Comments on My Mother’s Coat My Mother’s Coat Beth Blackwell Between the living room and the kitchenThere is a door. Signatures of my siblings form a road map, Stretching from top to bottom Sporadic lines like signposts Marking the miles of growth. Hung off the back is my mother’s blue coat. Dark navy, With ripped sleeves to wipe my tears And deep pockets to hold my problems. It hangs, oversized, just past my knees. The wool inside gathers in Irregular Places. This home of mine is spacious And a curious little girl shares it with me.I remember her, From a lifetime ago And her name is scribbled on the door. She is like me, Only her hair is blonde And her nails aren’t bitten. In many ways she is not me, Except for the home we share, Wrapped away in my mother’s blue coat.