in the blue restless night
praying for still waters
my mother comes to me
from a place I catch only a glimpse of
in a glass I recognize from childhood
she offers me a drink
Image: "Midnight Lullaby," Henrik Simonsen
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The eternal stability of a mother's love...
ReplyDeleteBeautifully said ...
DeleteSometimes mothers can quench a thirst. :)
ReplyDeleteIndeed, they can. :)
DeleteDear Teresa, I don't know what happened to my reader-list but it's been some time since I saw your lovely smile there. I've checked and am still on your follower list, but have now also put you on my sidebar to make sure.
ReplyDeleteAs to mothers: I am quite moved by your poem. It's been 17 years since I dropped by my mother's house on way home from work and saw her morning newspaper still rolled up in the driveway. Alarmed, I used my key and entered. She still visits my dreams --full of humor and life, still asking if I'm happy. As I say, I am deeply moved by your excellent poem.
Hi George. Good to see you. I have been absent from this place for a while. It's hard to write poems when the world feels so akilter. But, this "dream" came to me recently, followed by the poem while still on the edge of sleep. It felt so odd seeing that glass, a glass I hadn't even thought of since childhood, but immediately recognized.
DeleteI'm so sorry you had to experience the passing of your mother in that way, but it also seems like something she probably would have preferred over other possibilities. Thank you for telling me that .... it's good to share our stories.
Dear Teresa, how often my mother has come to me since she died back in May 1968. In dreams and in the stillness of my mind as I rest contented at the rise of sun or the coming of night. Thank you for sharing your mother with us. And yourself. Peace.
ReplyDeleteThank you for commenting, Dee. Those seem to be the times she comes to me, as well. And peace to you.
DeleteTeresa, after reading comments --yes, mine too-- I realize you have done something exceptional here. Brava.
ReplyDeleteThank you so much, Geo. for revisiting this. I'm not sure about exceptional, but very often I write something and it's later that I see other layers emerge. They are always the poems that arrive, unbidden, an offering from the Universe. :)
DeleteThese words will resonate with many. Humans have common shared experiences. To be able to communicate this with so few words is a remarkable talent.
ReplyDeleteWow, Bill. Thank you so much.
DeleteWonderful. Captures our glimpses of the other side. We all have them but they are hard to recognize for most.
ReplyDeleteYes. Thank you ... :)
DeleteBehind the waves of thoughts, the quaint memories find a stage to play and that too mostly at night. Sometimes sad,sometimes happy. Every child is part of a 'mother'. Even though physically a mother may not present in our lives, there is this subtle chord that always connect us with her and occasionally she takes the liberty to remove the veil of nature to lift us up when we are down. Take care my friend.
ReplyDeleteI'm always so grateful for your thoughtful comments. Thank you so much.
DeleteBlogger has changed and I no longer receive emails informing me of comments so I only just now saw this.
I love your understanding of life and its "mysteries."