It is Mother’s Day weekend and today is one of those days when I am so glad I write poetry. I am blessed to be able to put my feelings to lines and publish them here at Poetic Parfait. Today’s poem is for my mom.
The wording of the first verse was inspired by the daily prompt post at terry1954. Thank-you Terry! (Coincidentally, my mom’s name is Terri. I know!)
This is christyb saying, have a wonderful weekend with whomever you call family.
I want to know what love is,
I simply look at your face, as
You gaze into my hazel eyes before
Your smile takes over the room.
You are my mom.
You are my filter of sunshine when the
Room seems cold and empty.
You are the warm hug
On days when I feel no feelings toward
My own facial features.
I could go back years and undo the
Days you cried for me,
I would. You were my rock when
My pebbles fell onto
Muddy patches in fields
That left my eyes hollow for hours.
When I take your book off the shelf,
I see kind spirit on the cover and
The binding fills with unconditional love that
A daughter only hopes to find.
I find you my mom and
I find myself rich with expensive love,
Rich with a warmness that I
Hold near to my heart,
As your hand reaches out to
Find my own once again.
Thank-you for holding my soul with your
Kind hand, thank-you for
Being the woman that
I have the pleasure to call my mom.
©2013 Christy Birmingham