This week's poem was "I am becoming my mother" by Lorna Goodison.
I am Becoming my Mother
fingers smelling always of onions
My mother raises rare blooms
and waters them with tea
her birth waters sang like rivers
my mother is now me
My mother had a linen dress
the colour of the sky
and stored lace and damask
to pull shame out of her eye.
I am becoming my mother
fingers smelling always of onions.
From I am becoming my mother, 1986.
Reproduced by kind permission of the author.