Just beautiful... and any mother could wish for no more - than to enable her young to take full and independent flight of their own - even if, sadly, it IS after only three days of close mother-nurture. Makes me think of the mother eagle who stirs up her nest in order to compel the youngsters to find their wings; yet, in so doing, she flies beneath them with her pinions spread in order to catch them when they fall. One of the most perfect pictures of Mother Nature in operation. You also paint the most harmonious picture of the endless cycle of immutable, endless love that threads like DNA intergenerationally. And a sense of immortality. I have strong vibes of Walt Whitman, too, and the complexity of the Body Electric, of which your Mother must have been a part: "I celebrate myself, and sing myself, And what I assume you shall assume, For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you... Nature without check with original energy"... the present continuum: you in her and she in you and both of you in creation and creating: Pefection! Bless you and thank you. This is nurture and succour indeed. LOL Kate xx
If you happened to feel a gentle breeze or a drop of rain or a ray of sun against your face, then know your mother was kissing you through the mother of creation. I am so glad I am reading this so late tonight, because it reminds me of everything about being a mother - the pain, the joy, the loss, the love deeper than any other. And it reminds me, too, that a mother's love is there so long as her children honor and celebrate her presence in their lives - whatever form that presence takes. Thanks so much for posting this, Jude.
So sad when I still have my seventeen year old mother with me, going to a buffet with my father, and then a little gambling if her foot doesn't hurt too much. Recently, before leaving after our cruise together, she stopped me outside my garage so that I could sign my novel she had bought and brought in the car. It's good to see that you've risen above that loss to become a poet for our times. She would be proud.
Ron
Reviewed by Katy Walsvik (Reader)
Reviewed on May 8, 2005
So many wonderful tributes to "mother" today... reading yours caused me pause, Jude. There's a feeling of raw exposure, your senses laid bare... and a sweet unveiling of your sincerely felt heart-thoughts. It's seemingly unbiases, true, but also melancholy. You mix them beautifully. katy xox
Reviewed by Kate Clifford (Reader)
Reviewed on May 8, 2005
Thank you for this beautiful write. You have a wonderful connection to the truth.
This tender write reflects the gentle life-force of Mother. A part of her spirit lives in you and is expressed through your creation and whatever and whomever you may nurture in this lifetime...
This write is so powerful, Ace.
My heart as a Mother, today is not whole.
Mothers never leave their children, in spirit.
Alive or gone. A Mother's love is amazing.
It never withers. Celebrate with her.
Jude, I never tire of reading about this avenue that your life took. I love knowing about your connection with her all of these years, and that someday you will see her face to face. Janet
Reviewed by D May (Reader)
Reviewed on May 7, 2005
Beautiful write. There is something so uniquely special about mothers and sons.
Reviewed by Judy Lloyd (Reader)
Reviewed on May 7, 2005
This is wonderful and I believe that both of ours are with him in his kingdom.
super, Robert.
Some maybe wrong,
some maybe right,
birds wings had design for flight.
There's a start and an ending,
ones belief is depending.
Depending on fact or fiction,
the belief in a Creator gets friction.
During the grind,
one could lose mind
or maybe find God.
Fantastic work here Jude, so vivid I can almost feel the headstone. so deep it is like reading your soul, so passionate I can see the angel watching over you. Well done ;my friend.
This is truly beautiful... can sense Kahlil Gibran in it, with the "mother of creation." Mother's are with us through all eternity and that sense of security should always comfort us...
Reviewed by Sassy Cat (Reader)
Reviewed on May 7, 2005
A poignant tribute to your mother, so eloquently stated.
This is heartbreaking and beautiful at the same time, Robert. A warm and tender tribute to the woman who birthed you but was unable to remain to raise you. Some scars never heal, they burn for as long as we live.
Take care,
Sherry
An eloquent tribute Jude!How wonderful to know that
those questions you asked will be answered by her one
day! The realms where the Mother of Creation traverses
is our future hope. Beautifully expressed!
A further collection of poems, many from years in the Middle East, but also the California San Francisco and Central Coast areas (Santa Cruz, Carmel, Big Sur, Berkeley, etc.).
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William .... Peace
Peace and love, Carole
Ron
Sande May Angel a.k.a. Sandie Angel :o)
Know the feeling of being without My mom!!
Love and warm Hugs from this mom okay!!
Love Tinka
cynth'ya
My heart as a Mother, today is not whole.
Mothers never leave their children, in spirit.
Alive or gone. A Mother's love is amazing.
It never withers. Celebrate with her.
Love, Bonnie
Some maybe wrong,
some maybe right,
birds wings had design for flight.
There's a start and an ending,
ones belief is depending.
Depending on fact or fiction,
the belief in a Creator gets friction.
During the grind,
one could lose mind
or maybe find God.
Felix
Sassy *S*
Take care,
Sherry
ann
those questions you asked will be answered by her one
day! The realms where the Mother of Creation traverses
is our future hope. Beautifully expressed!
Alrisha