Breakfast Reflection

breakfast tea
from plain white china
steam on my lip
through sips i watch tall river grass
from plate glass windows
cleaned to a gleam

in the marina basin
movement
see light feathery plumes
catch a gentle breeze
how resilient they are
standing to attention in sunlight
a firm backbone like my mother
not one who wore her emotions
where they were seen
yet her devotion to family
unrivaled

her absent tears flood my eyes
she cried only twice during
our together days
once when my father died
but before that
there was something else
which caused a waterfall
to spill over in a fountain
of sadness

i recall her open arms
as they reached out to embrace
a tear stained and shaken me
in my twenty eighth year

Reviews

[Thomas W Case]

Superb imagery. You bring the reader into the scene.

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you Thomas for stopping by. Much appreciated.

Chris

[MCS]

Lovely read full of images both bright and sad. My mother was also no-nonsense and I miss her daily.

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you Mary. Yes I miss my mum too and often my thoughts drift to her. I appreciate your kind words.

Chris