For Poetry Potluck Prompt: Photographs, Memories and Nostalgia
I have a picture in my mind,
my Mama by a window,
I had to see her through a screen.
They would not let me near her.
They feared if any closer
That I too might get sick
I'm sure she felt an emptiness
A need for her child's touch.
I was only four or five..
She left our world soon after.
She was too young to leave us all
With nothing but her picture.
I have lived now twice the years
Of my long departed Mama
I got to see my sons full grown
As I'd truly hoped I would.
If only I had known my Mama
As my sons have known me
So I could have sweet memories
Not just a photograph to see.
I looked up through that window
Took a picture with my mind
Or is that sight within my heart
Just a snapshot memory.
G. K. Bostic - 4/4/11
you and your mom, how beautiful...
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A++
Thanks so much Jingle!!! This one has very special meaning to me....obviously. :)
ReplyDeleteSo emotive and beautiful....
ReplyDeletefull of emotions.. my potluck.. http://fiveloaf.wordpress.com/2011/01/21/remain/
ReplyDeleteThis was beautiful. Thanks for sharing.
ReplyDeleteThanks sooo much eclipseofthemoon, fiveloaf, and Andy!!! I wish this site would let me reply to each of you individually, but I don't seem to have that option. :( Anyway, I really do appreciate each of your comments! :)
ReplyDeleteGloria, this is so tender. I'm sure that the loss of your mother influenced your work as a psychologist as the loss of my father when I was a baby influenced me to work with death and dying almost my entire nursing career.
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