Mothers in Sync

This poem was written by my mother. She shared it with me this weekend after I shared my blog with her. I didn’t know that she liked to write, or that she could express herself so beautifully in poetry. Of course, I know she’s a brilliant woman, but had no idea we had this in common.

This poem was written shortly after I was born. I am wholly touched by the depth of emotion encompassed in this work, and so appreciative that she shared it with me. Especially now, being a mother too, I can grasp what she was feeling in the moments she wrote this piece. I love you mom!

Blood – we share.
Your beauty astounding, as you take your first breath. I chasing mine.
As I acknowledge your existence, mind racing, love-fear-joy- strangling me.
Raw, exposed, reality overwhelming.
You touched my heart and soul, beyond words.
Mind filled with fear, fear of responsibility for another being, of making mistakes.
Heart filled with pride-love.
Soul, to share with another.

Beautiful Prisoner

I’m a prisoner within my own mind.
A hostage inside my own body.
Dreams and sentiments, unexpressed
Create glorious tension.

Capable of absolute power,
You’re unaware of your superlative influence.
Inadvertently, you make me want you…
Discernment supervened by thirst.

Tomorrow the Same

Every time, I promise…
This day will be different.
But I get pulled in once more.
I try for awhile to pretend.
But there you are again,
Ubiquitous and surreal.
Am I losing my mind?
I’m surely puzzled.
You are my remedy,
Give me life and hope.
In my dreams I love you,
Deeply, unswerving, reciprocal.
But those are only dreams.
I promise….
Tomorrow will be different.

Sweet Dreams

In the night I dreamt of you – so soft, so tender.
In the night you were in my arms – so real, so divine.
In the night I caressed your neck – so gentle, so tangible.
In the night our lips met – so pure, so idyllic.
In the night your scent was imprinted – so virile, so sweet.
In the night we were as one – so magnificent, so complete.
In the morning you still linger – so illusory, so poignant.