I love my mother,
and so on this day of celebration I only
whisper her name
as one does a word of prayer and keep it sacred
second to the name of God
as though saying it louder will dishonor the power of love
showered on me by her tenderness,
the perfume of her graceful, giving heart.
I shove her virtues in a box,
wrap that in gold foil, tie it
with a wide purple satin bow, and
hide it with other treasures
beneath holy oaks and violets in a secret, hallowed field.
I hide it from the eyes of evil spirits who've inhabited
the hearts of old friends and lovers,
those who've plundered the posh boutiques of my soul
and dragged me naked through shattered glass in my spirit
as the Klan has dragged the battered bodies
of black boys along Texas dirt roads,
laughing at how rhythmically nappy heads bounce hitting
bump after bump and Dixie beer bottles on the way
I hide my bounty lest the possessed return,
vicious phantoms in the dark, anxious to snuff more light.
I love my mother,
and so what I must say of her wonders
I will sing to her softly on the phone
lest evil hear me boasting of her beauty,
see me happy, and roam in my direction.
Yes! God saves His people, but
I've seen Satan one too many times this year.
Then the devil brought him to Jerusalem, had him stand on the highest point of the temple, and said to him, "If you are the Son of God, throw yourself down from here, for it is written, 'He will command his angels concerning you, to protect you,' and 'with their hands they will lift you up, so that you will not strike your foot against a stone.'" Jesus answered him, "It is said, 'You are not to put the Lord your God to the test.'" So when the devil had completed every temptation, he departed from him until a more opportune time.
Luke 4:9-13, New English Translation
Equally powerful in its professed adoration of the poet's mother as in its portrayal of how love on any level, in any form, is not a thing to be taken for granted but to be as agressively treasured and protected as it is to be celebrated. A truly wonderful write.
Very strong showing, Nordette. Of course, I'm sure your mother deserves nothing less. The third verse was especially powerful. And it needed to be said. Because too many people today are willing to forget what happened in those days, and thereby forget the lessons learned from those days. It really is true: "Those who forget the past are doomed to repeat it."
Can so relate to this unique perspective, Nordette! There comes a point when you scarce breathe what is precious and sacred for fear it will be taken... but we should know that a mother's presence, like the Father's, is beyond being able to be taken from us... there is protection and there is intervention... mothers do both (in love, of course!!) :)) Tell the Great Ugly One to take a hike... nothing rattles his bars more than praise of the Beautiful One! Guess he can't stand the comparison! LOL Kate xx
As long as you are filled with love, evil cannot stand a chance of winning over you. Everytime I see a story about lynchings, hangings, bumper car ramblings, I just break down and cry. Humans are such savages. Especially men. Thank God for mother's, otherwise life would truly be unbearable. ~ Sara
"For Mine is the Kingdom and the Power and the Glory", saith the Lord...My words wedge in my throat. Yours flow like bittersweet visions on the page. I can add naught to Jude's offering, he says it all...
Thnx for this very poignant, very truthful piece. Even those of us who are in transition, have had evils flung at us. But I agree with Jude tho, that Love conquers all. Martina McBride sings, "Love Is The Only House, Big Enough For All Of The Pain In The World." If we have love, we have everything. Love for our Lord Jesus, Love for our Mother's, Love for our children, Love for our neighbors to be there for them, when they need a helping hand, Love of life, to livfe it to the fullest that we can. Love conquers all. Thnx for sharing this wonderful and very poignant piece Nordette. May the Lord Jesus bless you and yours, and be with you always, and at your side constantly. With much love in my heart, joy to the world, peace on earth, & ((((((((((MANY WONDERFUL SISTERLY HUGGGGSSSS)))))))))), your little sister Barbie
HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY Nordette
"If I have to be this girl in me, Then I may as well be."
Superb poem Nordette, telling it like it is!
exceptional loving tribute to mom as well!
Happy Mother's Day!
Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)
Satan is alive and well these days. These ARE his days. The evil that is perpetuated on the innocent, whether it be on the dirt roads of Texas or the mountains of Afghanistan or the palaces of kings, Satan is revealing in his glory as we speak.
Only you, Nordette... only you could magically, movingly mix the bedeviled depths with a crowning glory in a tribute that sings your mother and exposes your soul. Every line heard a gasp, some loud, some a mere murmer but all involuntary, welcome responses to this great piece.
Some are "poet's poets"... 'if the shoe fits'.......katy xox
I understand not wishing to call upon the attention of the "evil eye," Nordette. I would love to say that you have nothing to fear, but we all know that as soon as we believe that, we will be smacked down. My belief in God and good is so much stronger than my belief in satan that I don't walk in fear very often...respect of power, but not fear. This is an excellent poem and not just another "Hallmark Mother's Day" write.
Reviewed by D May (Reader)
Nordette---excellent write here. The power and the strength comes shining through in this piece. Blessed be the mothers. I love this.
Last two lines seem lost in wanting to wrap arms around Mother to say, "I need you now." God is Mother, Father, and all in all. And satan's name (lower than the lowest of cases) just ain't worth the space on this poem. It's too commemorative for a loser's name like satan to be even in your work, in my opinion.
Yep, I said "ain't" (smile)
blessin's Sis 'Dette--we all would love to slap the devil into hell--then go have a sandwich.