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The Fall

by Aimee Zeoweh Tarr

She saw him standing there and was a bit amazed.
When the brick and mortar forged by the years of
empty idolatry had ended
she saw him as he was.
Bare, his frailty peppering her eyes with insults- producing
tears that burned her cheeks.
Had he always looked like this?
What happened to the other man
that she’d thought he was?
Was there a switch?
Or had she imagined him to be different than the person before her?
Silence where eloquence once resided. Words were now impeded by a swelling tongue.
It was perhaps this which was the most alarming.
On his shoulder sat a peculiar little bird.
It seemed to whisper deep within his person
as its echo tumbled out of every orifice.
Was he the pet? Had she mistaken yet another detail?
Whatever the case
she’d been wrong; Empty reverence has
no place amongst humans.
With that she cleared the debris
and promised herself to
listen when actions speak and
to always see people as they are.

An Open Letter to a Part-time Father

by  Aimee Zeoweh Tarr

It is the conscious omission of my son from your life that cuts me deep. To the bone. The neglect. Because every time he falls, every time he hurts- though I am the one who collects his broken spirit-It is you that he cries for. It is in his earnest yell and deliberate tears that his need for you is expressed. All I am and all I have the potential to be is mama. With these hands I have cleaned, cared and cooked for him. Nursed him and his wounds. My hands have turned pages and tapped in anticipation as only a mama’s hands can. Even in these beautiful healing hands of mine, I can’t mend the tattered distance between who he needs you to be and who you are- or who you’ve chosen not to be.
Aimee Zeoweh Tarr