Mother’s Gift of the Sequined Heart
Shall the sequins that cover your heart all lie in one direction--
the same direction
smooth and tight
of a rainbow trout--ruby and true--
If you are caught, brought in and dipped up,
and held to be admired. Photographed even--
and by whom...
don’t squirm too much.
Some of those scales may shift, slide down, or turn over.
And after many years, and
all that handling
transform, by necessity perhaps,
to burnished gold.
Now thin ruby petals
and old, old gold.
But, really is any true heart all one texture and
just one color
when life is over?