Mamma! (2 poems)

MY MOTHER
AND GEORGE FLOYD


My Mamma
Also cried out 
Mamma! Mamma!
Twice 
Before her 
Final exhale 
Right before she slumped
Forward in the passenger seat
She too wanted her Mamma
The first love of her life
In her final moments
Crying out for maternal safety
Craving primal comfort
And there was no knee on her neck


DYING DECLARATION

Mamma
I can’t get it out of my head
Mamma. Mamma. He cried 
My stomach hurts, my neck hurts, everything hurts
He was looking for someone to give him comfort
Mamma
To take away that pain  
Mamma
Someone to take him home 
Mamma
And close the door
Wipe his brow
Hold him close
Tell him he’s a beautiful boy
Mamma

Robin J Phillips  June 16, 2020

Absent Father

I believe my father’s heart was 
Lost along the way
Like so many men
He carried an exact copy
In his pocket 
With his hard candies
Just in case his smile 
Wasn’t enough
When he came up the drive
Like a long lost uncle

Robin J Phillips  June 14, 2020

I’m sick of white people. No, not you of course.

I’ve said that several times today
I’m sick of white people
Going about their lives
Some hardly skip a beat
After saying oh what a shame
Of course black people shouldn’t be killed
But the looting and the anger
And who takes a child to a riot anyway
Oh sure they say all the right things
Shake their heads and tell me about
Their black friend who is so sad 
But where is their outrage

Robin J Phillips  June 2, 2020