Improv Post Four Week Four

This is an improv of "Supernatural Love" by Gjertrud Schackenberg. I loved her rhyme scheme of every stanza rhyming the last word. I wanted to try that too. I also really loved the "Touches the page to fully understand/ The lamplit answer" and wanted to incorporate a bit of that into the piece.

My mother at the grocery store
walks every aisle as if she didn’t before
Up and down- its almost as if we mopped the floor

with shoes. As though we cleared
some sort of land Europeans feared
Native Americans reared

their children to kill. Some did, some
didn’t. The ones who held guns and from
the country, combed living and dead- some

died, unable to touch anything to find
lamplit answers. Lamplit by the rind
of a lemon or bulb, off signed

by the man who killed you.
My mother, the one who
moved to become brand new

like the way she walks every aisle,
something may not have been in style,
something might just go to file,

but you died. My mother,
in the aisle with a feather
wrapped tight with leather.