Nang Yai

I hold my daughter,
flower in a vase,
mountainside cheekbones,
pottery face.
We are formed from the same clay (large and steady figures)
standing in front of the basement mirror.

But she will go further
deadheading through time and space.
Her budding hormones,
sanctifying grace.
We are merely shadow play (cut-outs on a domestic stage)
but make no mistake:

she is my replacement.

Cover Art: Oswaldo Guayasamín

May Erlewine “Easy” featuring Theo Katzman

9 responses to “Nang Yai”

John

I love your words, K, and she is your replacement. ❤️😊

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1. K.F. Hartless
  
  💜. That’s so sweet of you to say. Heart-warming words. Thank you.
  
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  1. John
    
    You are welcome! ❤️😊
    
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johnlmalone

simply wonderful 🙂

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1. K.F. Hartless
  
  Thank you, John. Oh man. This week is the first week of classes. I have so many new names, personalities, struggling readers to work with that I’ve missed some wonderful comments. Please forgive my lapse. Hope all is well, dear friend.
  
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  1. johnlmalone
    
    all is good, K; you’re firing on all cylinders 🙂 may you have a good term 🙂
    
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tiffanyarpdaleo

Love this one, K! ❤ And the perfect song to accompany your words!

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1. K.F. Hartless
  
  Thank you, Tiff. 💜 I thought I got to all the comments for this post, and then saw your lovely comment. Sorry, it’s back to school week here and I have been finishing writing with my eyes half-closed already. Cheers to a beautiful fall ahead.
  
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Bridgette

Wow. This evokes the same feeling I had at the end of the Barbie movie with the line “We mothers stand still so that our daughters can look back and see how far they’ve come.” People often say my daughter and I look so much alike and I reply “she’s my upgrade,” but I think I really like replacement even more. Powerful writing, friend!

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