Poetry Explication

Kenneth Carroll

MONTANA TERRACE

(progression to natural)

In my neighborhood

mothers were mountains

their jagged hearts climbed by children

& husbands seeking elevation

men, weak with selfish intentions

chipped away at their souls

blasting caps of hatred

shook their foundations

bearing the load of family

they carried a race on their backs

a steep ascent to destiny

In my neighborhood

mothers were mountains

i have seen them crumble

& become women.

& love them still.