Timeless Bonds

A poem for my mother.

My rock foundation,
From the moment of conception to reckoning;
Forever, my constant in heart and soul.
The crane operator,
Expertly guiding my being
As I add crossbeams to this life.

The one I clung to as a child--
Knowing the sound of your footsteps;
The smell of your perfume,
Above a hundred other scents and sounds in a crowded room
A primal instinct that always brings comfort.

I've studied your voice in all its keys.
Every nuance of pitch and timbre
Lingers entrenched in subconscious memory--
More familiar than my own name.

My confidant
Through many teenage trials;
Late night gossip sessions
Listening to what I didn't say--
An expert at decoding my hidden messages.

Giving me direction
To reach for what I need,
You never sermonize
While exposing every facet of the problem
Like an expert architect in a consultation.
Sympathizing over the trials and failures;
Supporting decisions made
Perpendicular to those
Outlined in your mind.

Steel girded in velvet,
Outwardly soft,
Yet more stalwart than the world credits,
You are forever the cornerstone of my being.

Reviews

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What an exquisite tribute to the one who bore and raised you with so much love that it oozes from your words; every letter carrying the lingering force of your mother. She sounds like a formidable woman. And your last stanza... just beautiful.

[JayceeC]

My father died of cancer at forty two and left her to finish raising three teenagers and a 5 year-old. She was quite a woman. she passed away last summer. .but I was lucky to have her so long. Thanks for commenting Thomas.

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Remarkable! You are kindly welcome, Jan.

[Abderrahmane Dakir]

In this poem. It's great to read about soul, being, scent in the confident own life. Good done. I like it so much. Thanks for sharing it.

[JayceeC]

Thank you this is a tribute to my mother