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The Gift of a Mother
by Alisa JsIf your life's been graced by love
Therein lies the ultimate gift,
More precious than rubies or material things
Without this,
How can we live?
The love of a mother who remembers
Your favorite foods and prepares them
On those days you stop by,
Each tasty bite takes you back again
For contained within each morsel
Memories that live,
Smiles that could not stop
Anger and rage
Tears from the floor of your heart,
Learning those lessons obtained
Some the hard way
Years of rebellion
Those wilderness journeys,
Each one a part of you,
Now ...
As you look over and smile
At your mother
This woman who gave you life
This woman,
At one time your father's wife
And you know youve been blessed
Regardless,
She tells you how she remembers
The time before you came to be,
Her world before you
And how everything changed
The first time she looked in your eyes,
Gazing at this baby
This beautiful baby
You
This baby, now grown and sitting there
Across that kitchen table,
An epiphany hits
And for the first time in all these years
She sees her parents as human,
"And the greatest of these is love" ...
Author's Comments:
"24 October 2006"
10/24/2006 Posted on 12/09/2006
Copyright © 2024 Alisa Js
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Jean Mollett on 11/03/07 at 02:45 AM Hi Alisa,
I'd print this off and frame it. It's so beautiful and precious. How I long to be sitting across the table from my Mom, looking into her blue eyes. I remember those homemade cobblers well, Mom used to make. Crusty crunchy, fruit filling, melt in your mouth. Apples, or peaches, not can stuff, all homemade.
That was our special treats. |
| Posted by Jean Mollett on 11/03/07 at 02:45 AM That's crust crunchy. |
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