Secret by Tricia Marcella Cimera

Secret
 
Maybe our next door neighbor was a sad mother like
my mother was.  Or maybe she was angry.  Maybe she
hated her children and her husband too but buried it
deep inside so no one knew.  I don’t know.  All I know
is when she told my secret to all of us kids playing
together that summer day, she looked happy.  She said:  
Her mother is crazy.  She said:  Everyone knows.  When
I began to cry, she looked happy.   Something in her black-
lined eyes sparkled and glittered.  Something in me turned
old, inconsolable.              Something            I never told.

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Bio: Tricia Marcella Cimera is a Midwestern poet with a worldview. Look for her work in these diverse places (some forthcoming): Buddhist Poetry Review,The Ekphrastic Review, Foliate Oak, Failed Haiku, I Am Not A Silent Poet, Mad Swirl, Silver Birch Press, Yellow Chair Review, Wild Plum and elsewhere.  She has a micro collection of water-themed poems called THE SEA AND A RIVER on the Origami Poems Project website.  Tricia believes there’s no place like her own backyard and has traveled the world (including Graceland).  She lives with her husband and family of animals in Illinois / in a town called St. Charles / by a river named Fox.  

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