母亲的葵扇


                      摘下晒干剪裁缝边
                      工艺简单如她的一生
                      下地生娃喂猪养家

                      老脸皱巴巴如葵扇
                      风雨咬过阳光榨过
                      翠绿旺盛只是树上的季节

                       日子象清风朴素
                       扇出的童谣
                       夹杂着过多虫鸣和汗味
                      摇给长牙的儿孙补钙
                      摇给缺口的月亮作曲
                      最后又五音不全地
                      把自己摇进了山脚的坟莹

                      母亲走了
                      搁下的那把扇
                      留给了生活那份宁静
                      台风也绕道了