May the 12t: the Mother’s Day. For this occasion we have republished a poem by Prof. Anthony D’Alessandro, a Sicilian-American about his sainted Mazzarese mother.
The following poem,”Scraps of Life,” was published in 2010 by the anthology, SWEETLEMONS 2. It is composed of International writings with a Sicilian accent…
SCRAPS OF LIFE
I stretch back, wrapped like as mummy as this jetliner
slashes and shimmies thru ebony clouds
on its way to my tropical future.
Just a demitasse ago, I’d taken my last steps in my mamma’s home.
The riot of colors remained, but rivers of family photographs vanished
and, although the contour remained the same,
my mother’s flaking home felt like an alien house.
Gone forever her contagious laughter.
Gone forever the tantalizing aromas of secret sauces
wafting thru its dollhouse rooms.
Today’s former relatives seem as closely related to me
as the fellow straphangers I’d just abandoned on the city subway.
A smog of shame, however, smeared the relations and
rendered them like unmade beds.
As seamlessly as mom’s heart bonded the family,
it dissolved with her paralyzed pulse.
Her intense love blinded me to our furbu and flawed family tree.
No doubt she would loathe today’s seemingly polite estrangement.
My memory leaks past scenes through its landscape of life’s clips.
I remember mother’s knarled hands comforting
the boy me thru three bouts of pneumonia.
In leaner times, I remember that same woman giving me
her last morsel of food.
I remember that daughter of Dante introducing me to poesia.
I complained to my children that scavengers swallowed all scraps
and remnants of her life at the beginning of her final sleep.
I complained about the ant-like army of pretentious societal darlings,
G-d fearing blood, but not soul mates.
Surely, mamma witnessed thru lazy, tired and aged eyelids these
slobbering occupiers collecting and stripping my memories from walls and drawers.
No surprise in this society fueled by illusion.
I’d seen sinners sanctified before.
Brandishing the refreshing wisdom of youth,
my son said, “Dad, let go. She lives in your words.”
About SWEET LEMONS 2 ANTHOLOGY, (International writings with a Sicilian accent), 2010
This is an anthology of short stories, poems and essays by writers and poets with a Sicilian background living in the United States, Canada and elsewhere. The texts deal with “Sicelitude” and the authors’ coming to grips with their Sicilian identities.