Escape
From the movie Waitress
making “Lonely Chicago Pie,”
In the soft, shadowy hours of sleepy before sunrise dawn
I miss my mother, I miss her more than when she was here with me, I miss how she was so close and so far
Folding in those exotic spices and creams and berries, dark chocolate in
A dream I can't stop feeling
I miss her, she's been stitched into the fabric of my soul, my very creamy and warm center
The heart in the middle pie that she created just for me,
I need her more than I needed my escape, I realized
My escape from the prison
That encased me like a concrete pie from hell
I needed her more than my escape from my controlling husband
Knowing this, I set myself free,
“Set Myself Free Momma Pie,”
With the fragrance of her “Radio Car Pie,”
Smoothing out my hurt hearing with some smooth, smooth tunes.
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Comments (4)
"My escape from the prison That encased me like a concrete pie from hell" I loved these lines the most! Such a poignant and emotional poem!
Wonderful poem.
Melancholyand beautifully written. Loved your last line, "Smoothing out my hurt hearing with some smooth, smooth tunes."
Feel sad and your work is super.