I cannot remember,
For I was but a babe,
But I do imagine on days such as this
My first kiss and your bravest beauty,
The warmth of your arms,
The winged charms of your tender
Enfolding,
Upholding love over duty.
Would that I could return
And take your heart along
To that miracle-moment when you halved your soul,
Stayed your whole world for the one wonder
Of my wincing eyes,
A Sunrise you waited nine months
To see
In me as you tucked me under.
My lungs inhaled your smile.
Your smile exhaled my life.
And though all that is green must in time grow old,
It glows gold in me because of you;
While where I’ve tarnished
You’ve garnished with the same polish
And lace
Of grace you gave when I was new.
Previous Post:
Poetry: Bridges
https://windstrewn.com/2018/04/19/bridges/
A lovely Mother’s Day tribute (or any day tribute!)
LikeLiked by 1 person
Came by this one last night, looking through old stuff and trying to decide what I should bring forward and share. In retrospect, after seeing your comment, I felt somewhat doltish for not scheduling it for Mother’s Day, as it’s just around the corner! But, you’re right, the sentiment is certainly not limited to a page in a calendar. Thank you, again, for stopping by…
LikeLiked by 1 person