Long Overdue Conversation

Long Overdue Conversation 

Mom came to visit my new home
At forty, I finally asked
the question 
squirming for twenty years
When I was young, why 
didn’t you send me
to art classes?
She shrugged. 
Didn’t see any talent.
The razor-edged arrow
I saw its mark
Inside, made an aikido turn
It streaked right by    
No eyes to see.