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.
Endless breadth of azure skies;
Observed, evoke repose.
Painter’s brushstrokes craft silvery wisps,
Softening the overwhelming expanse.
And the heavens and their magnificence
Appear nearly within reach.
All the things I cannot say
Sit perched on my lips.
Words that roll across my tongue
But stop short, restricted by reason.
Glistening prose, created in silence,
Carefully chosen, meaningfully placed.
In reveries I share them;
These things I cannot say.
Fiery rainbow in the morning sky,
Of crimson, orchid and gold.
Explosion of fresh sunlight, reverberating,
Transcends the vastness of the atmosphere.
This stunning portrait, on natural canvas,
At once exquisite, passionate, inviting,
And a great warning of a tempest to come.
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.
Tomorrow will be different.
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.