Sunday Mornings

Sunday Mornings

A Poem by Azure Montessa (Blue)
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10/29/13

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Every Sunday morning, my mom wakes me up at three;

She knows how my alarm clock always disappoints me.

 

She irons my clothes and shines my shoes with care;

For a year and a half I have been wearing the same pair.

 

The smell of eggs and bacon leaks through the door;

Perfect breakfast just for me--what else to ask for?

 

She boils water and pours some into my morning bath;

She knows just how much I hate cold's aftermath.

 

I drift through my patterns like a predictable rhyme;

Her stares are comforting and daunting at the same time.

 

Before I leave the house, she hugs and kisses me;

Her scent is a mixture of cigarette and coffee.

 

Then she goes to bed like any tired woman would,

Sleeping with a smile for the gift of motherhood.

 

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Three in the morning, I am awakened by a tap.

What I see next greeted me like a slap.

 

Neatly laid out on the desk is my Sunday dress.

Under the chair are shoes gleaming to impress.

 

Aroma of eggs and bacon fills the atmosphere.

I can hear the kettle whistling somewhere near.

 

I catch the feeling there's someone I cannot see.

Then the smell of cigarette and coffee has embraced me.

 

Sunday morning duties compelling her to stay.

My beloved mother died just yesterday...

 

© 2013 Azure Montessa (Blue)


Author's Note

Azure Montessa (Blue)
Don't tell my mother I "killed" her in this poem. She might resign from her maternal tasks on Sunday mornings. :)

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This is wonderfully written, the rhyme and flow and all is great The element of surprise made me gasp a little bit and I like that in a poem. I am glad that it is a work of fiction but had you not noted that fact, I would probably be crying.

Posted 10 Years Ago


Blue

10 Years Ago

Thank you so much, BlueZan! I love the avatar, anyway!
Nice. I like. Clear and powerful evoking images... light, but a serious undertone that creates a certain gravity... for me, it speaks strongly of routine, the set ways of life... both how they care to us, and trap us completely. Very thoughtful.

Posted 10 Years Ago


Blue

10 Years Ago

Thank you so much!
Your ending came unexpected ! Though I'm glad this is just work of fiction. I really felt the emotion at the ending lines.

Posted 10 Years Ago


Blue

10 Years Ago

Thank you so much!
I am so glad that this is just fiction because the last line really grabs the heart and tugs it right out of my chest.

Posted 10 Years Ago


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Blue

10 Years Ago

Haha. Thank you, TL.
I hate alarm clocks
I wait for the sun rise
that is honest waking
HAI!!!


Posted 10 Years Ago


Azure Montessa (Blue)

10 Years Ago

Hahaha, true. Very reasonable. Thanks, Mike.
A great concept and good use of rhyme scheme, pleasure to read.

Posted 10 Years Ago


Azure Montessa (Blue)

10 Years Ago

Thank you, Ency. :)
Ency Bearis

10 Years Ago

You're welcome.
This was lovely, I must say! Telling about your joyous, yet gradual morning routine for both you and your mother. (I'll be sure to keep the ending a secret from her, I promise!) The imagery and rhyming worked so well with this piece and it kept it flowing. The aroma is the thing that can really define a person from others around us, which might sound strange, but it's true...nearly everyone has their own distinct 'smell' to them. Then ending was beautiful, she woke up just like any other day, but she never expected her mother to be gone from her. A scary thought especially when it comes to our elders, we never know when their particular time has come.

Posted 10 Years Ago


Azure Montessa (Blue)

10 Years Ago

Thank you so much for telling me your thoughts, Svetlana. :)
this is a great poem even if you killed off your poor mother lol.It is actually a wonderful tribute to all the things mothers do for us,

Posted 10 Years Ago


Azure Montessa (Blue)

10 Years Ago

Thank you, Vidya. :)
She might be amused by the poem you wrote. Sometimes , it make you reflect on what is important in life especially family.

Posted 10 Years Ago


Azure Montessa (Blue)

10 Years Ago

Yes, thank you so much, Donald. :)
Woooo! This one gave me goosebumps! I had a feeling that was coming, but still, very creepy and gave me chills ! This was a really great poem! Really nice job!

Posted 10 Years Ago


Azure Montessa (Blue)

10 Years Ago

Thanks, Sarah. :)

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