I remember my mother toward the end,
folding the tablecloth after dinner
as if it were the flag
of a country that no longer existed,
but had once ruled the world.
Jim Moore (1943- ), from "Love in the Ruins", Invisible Strings (2011, Graywolf Press).
Moore's poetry is currently being featured in the New York City subway.
The Domestic Staff Citizen wishes for you the continued realizations of
your careful service,
throughout the new year.