Pretending to Forget
Locked up tight in her room alone,
my mother’s heart as cold as stone.
She yells out loud she wants to die
and utters nothing but deep groans.
I was just going to say good-bye
when I heard her sad, heavy cries.
I tried to talk her down again,
pleading through her desperate sighs.
I thought about the last time when
Mom threatened suicide again.
She hadn’t been successful yet
so I got up and left her den.
Hours passed, I returned with sweat.
Would I find my mother dead yet?
But smoking calmly un-upset,
we both pretended to forget.
— by Sabio Lantz, February 2015
Prompt: Gay, over at dVerse Poets Pub, challenges us to write a poem in the style of Robert Frost’s poem “Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening”, which is in Rubaiyat stanzas (4) with iambic tetrameter and rhyming like this: AABA-BBCB-CCDC-DDDD. Gay feels the form “is ideally suited to giving depth and meaning to a subject”. And so I chose such a subject: an actual event from my life.