Today

Today
I wrote a poem for my mother. 
She read it with 
careful eyes.

I watched as her face 
twisted
and those careful eyes
turned painfully red. 
Her lips 
quivered against each other. 

I’d have to say, 
there was nothing more
beautiful
than the look of 
grace from my mother’s
red eyes
as she glanced up to me and whispered 
“Thank you.”

Reviews

[kgeorge]

I love the "careful" adjective because it is such a minute yet powerful detail. The mystery surrounding this poem is effective. Have you considered adding a line or two after your second line in the first stanza. As the reader, I wonder why this day did you finally write a poem for your mother? Were you reminiscing? Did it suddenly dawn on you of your vital yet complicated dependence upon your mother? Did you as the speaker know this poem would affect your mother so?

[Zelle]

my mother has been my most sensitive link and her opinion means alot to me so u got me there.. i enjoyed reading this! :)