Mothers Letter

When I saw this painting I was moved to write a poem about it. This is my revised version. Free Verse poetry.

 

 Mother's Letter

     Eyes are dry, now …

     where soft teardrops fell,

     lie faded pools of smeared purple ink.

     Reading her letter again,

     I held the coarse paper tightly 

     between delicate hands.

     The baby kicks, as if it knows,

     and I read on....

     Birth of your first born …

     so close to my heart,

     brings memories of you, my child,

     running wildly through fields of

     poppies and dandelions.

     Your hair, the colored hues

     in sun’s end of day.

     Alone, I lie here remembering …

     watching birds by the window.

     They beckoned me follow;

   “I am not ready to leave,”

     sighing in a whisper.

   “Bring me apples to peel;

     for, my hands are idle.”

     There is no one to hear,

     my mind wanders to you --

     the distance is great.

     As time disappears …

     your child grows,

     and as you watch the fields

     change from yellow to gold,

   "Think of me and remember,

     I have you in my heart … always.”

                            ~~~

    

                 

Author's Note

Any comments are appreciated.
Thank you for dropping by.
Lisa

Reviews

[Einstein Noodle]

oh my goodness ... this brings tears to my heart .. it is so sweetly sad .. wonderful tribute to not just your Ma but to all those who love with a very Divine gift of a Mother's love .. those who received and do receive it are blessed .. your poem inspires gratitude in me for my Ma ... thank you for sharing! really enjoy the imaging and it is super emotive ...
E.

[Lisasview]

Hi there,
I see you are the featured review, although you are the last to read my poem...so far..Must mean that the site likes your review..and so do I...
I loved your wonderful review..and I am so glad it inspired gratitude.. I am amazed that my poem had such an impact... and I am honoured..
Thank you for reading and reviewing my work'I appreciate it,
Lisa, getting last here in Spain

[jacob erin-cilberto]

last line, third stanza, did you mean "wanders"?

[Lisasview]

Good morning and Merry Christmas..
I am not sure I thanked you for seeing that I made the typo..which I have now corrected..

[jacob erin-cilberto]

from mother to daughter to mother to daughter.

and the cycle continues ....and isn't it nice to have had letters? Actual words written in cursor...
and worth waiting days for delivery.

a mother's love never has postage due.
j.

[Lisasview]

Wonderful and oh so true comments..
Thank you!!

[Julie McCarthy (juliesp..]

Sounds like a letter to her child given up for adoption
This is beautiful brought some tears
Tears are good
Thanks xx

[Lisasview]

Good morning and Merry Christmas!
I am sorry to be so tardy in responding to your lovely review until now. You were my very first review and I did not know how to respond until now.
I love hearing the thought of reviewers..as my thoughts writing this were oh so different. I love that you were brought to some tears..
Thank you so much,
Lisa

[Carlos Lorenzo Estrada]

I enjoyed the emotion this poem conveys when speaking of the love for mother to daughter. There is an undeniable bond that can not be stymied by time or distance. For love will always find a way.

[Lisasview]

Yes, love always finds a way!! So so true.. Thank you for your review!