The Mother

The Mother

A Poem by Louise-Charlotte

She is resting on my sofa.
I turn the music down a little.
She thinks I'm working,
But I'm writing about her.
She closes her eyes.
I look at her.
Every inch of her is a fractal
Of who she is to me.
Her nose is my Mother,
Her ears are my Mother,
The wrinkle around her eye is my Mother,
The apparent and elegant veins on her hands are my Mother.

But I also know
The woman she is,
The human she is,
And that makes me love
Even more deeply
The mother she is.
Not because she's flawless,
But because of her vulnerability,
Her mistakes,
Her profoundly human qualities,
Her reflection on life,
Her addiction to words.

I treasure when
She doesn't know
And ask.
When she imitates Woody Allen,
When she kisses my Father,
Dances with me,
Quotes Groundhog Day,
Cries when I tell her
About something that moves me,

Expresses her love
For the woman I am,
Tells me that the day she dies,
She just asks that Céleste and I
Watch a Marx Brothers movie,

And laugh.

© 2013 Louise-Charlotte

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This is truly beautiful, Simply beautiful. Painting a picture of you watching your Mother, knowing all the intricacies of he face, that being a Mother is all encompassing, but seeing the woman too. I think that you have picked up English better than most English too. I hear these words spoken so softly. If she, your Mother, has ever read this, I am sure she cried with happiness.
hank you for sharing such a wonderful piece.

Posted 8 Years Ago

Beautiful moving poem, I almost cried reading this piece. With those sweet words expressing about our mother, life is not complete without her. Good Job!

Posted 10 Years Ago

What a beautifully comforting place your poem takes us, Louise Charlotte. There is nothing like a mother`s love - or loving a mother. It comes from the imprint at birth, the joint security of ownership, the permanent invisible umbilical bond and the need to protect. You reflect all of these and more in your piece, cherie. Thank you kindly. P.

Posted 10 Years Ago

A very good poem... Thank you for sharing...:)

Posted 10 Years Ago

This poem makes me smile..
Nothing is like mother's love
Everything about them is amazing loving and caring
I like how you started the poem I find it difficult to begin a poem specially about family
Well done my dear well done

Posted 10 Years Ago

That's great.

Posted 10 Years Ago

What a beautiful and elegant way to pretend you are working :-)

Posted 10 Years Ago

Beautiful tribute to your mother, well expressed. I admire you for writing in English !

Posted 10 Years Ago

Touching and I loved it. I appreciate you sharing and I know your Mother is proud. e

Posted 10 Years Ago


10 Years Ago

Thank you so much. She doesn't speak English very well but because I write in a rather simple way sh.. read more

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9 Reviews
Added on March 4, 2013
Last Updated on March 4, 2013
Tags: poem, poetry, prose, mother, mom



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