by Leah Laiben
For a time, we held her hand with our tiny hands,
While she held our whole world in the beating of her heart.
We grew and changed and gave her new hands to hold;
New babies full of sticky kisses and eyelash wishes.
She watched them grow as she grew old,
Treasuring every moment spent, every memory made,
Reveling in the love and the legacy unfolding before her watchful eye.
And though she is gone from this world,
We can never be apart
Because her heart beats in our hearts:
Every thump, every beat, a reminder
Of the rhythm of her love passing through the ages.
Posted on 03/17/2015
Copyright © 2021 Leah Laiben
|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 03/17/15 at 08:46 PM|
Eloquent expression of the love/bond between mother and children...beyond mortality. I especially like the word combo/meaning of 'eyelash wishes.' Thanks also for commenting on my Master Of Rock piece. :)