In the hazy shadows of dusk
She appears to me
Her torso arched forward
A puff of snowy egret, white, her crown
A diminutive figure I know well
She shuffles in quick, short steps
Wobbly legs straining to stay upright
Four feet - eleven inches of courage
'Tis my mom
Rushing to the door to greet me
Beauty of youth erased from her face
Gaunt and frail
What time she has left
God only, privy to that
The familiar smile, "so glad to see you", welcome
Extended to one and all
At ninety-two, a spirit I know
With a form alien
A striking, black haired beauty in youth
My faith in God, she tutored
Pearl Buck, Somerset Maugham her favorites
In literary matters
The family bible, her favorite read
Vanishing breed, indepemdent, lacking greed
Hard times, molded gentle folks
My God, thank you
For the mom you made me
Sweeter than homemade lemonade
I miss my mom NOW, and I know it was HARD to get close when she was around, now I'm wishing I looked Past it! Her strength I gained!
That I will always know and appreciate, through all the BAD/Hard times my father put us all through!
Amazing strength and tenacity I was able to capture from her! Thank you for this sweet offering of a mOm's poem Jon!
Write On!
I am enjoying your heartfelt writes! their wonderful delights!
When you have time, come through my door here in the den and stay awhile! I'm sure I can interest you with my style!
Warmest Blessings and Inner Peace, Warrior Purple Lady Sheoxooo
STay Positive!
STay STrong!
Ron
Be always safe,
Karen
Carole~
Becca~
Wonderful tribute to Mom's
Ron
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Without one, we wouldn't be a'tall, I'm certain.
Having a good one is so wonderful for each who does.
Even for those who lost touch, or worse, they're special.
Your words remind me of someone who recntly wrote a glowing tribute to his mother. It ends with, "It's the least I can say for my creator." This is good, Jon. - Bill
There is a "sweet" Mom with a son sweeter than homemade lemonade. Just Beautiful!
Christine
Connie
be well and happy,
Kathy