Today,
My Mother is
bent with age.
Calloused hands that
once held mine-
through Education, Illness and Time!
Memories swim through her
Eyes!
Talking, sharing and laughing,
we have swam miles-
Together!
Yet today, we
Wade!
through memories
Fearing Forgetfulness
of anything new.
My warrior sister, my mother-
My muse!
Today,
My Mother is
Bent with
age
but fearlessly
facing tomorrow
in Strength!
By Ingrid Exner, 2020 Half Marathon
It’s hard to be the parent to the one who parented you. Sigh.
I enjoyed your thoughts!
Thank you Stef!
I loved this, Ingrid! Sounds like you have a lovely muse, and a glimpse of a wonderful, strong future. I feel the same about my own mother, 77 in three days, and am so proud every time someone tells me I’m like her. Beautiful poem.
Thank you Tracy! I had no idea that I was going to write this ut right now, she is my influence. HAve a wonderful marathon!
Wow… I seriously don’t have words how much I loved reading this… A wonderful poem. Relatable with an undercurrent of strength. Well written ^^
Thanks Bhasha! I like this too and I think it is strong BUT, I am worried about the length for the anthology. Thank you for your wonderful compliments.
Mothers are irreplaceable … fine tribute
Thank you!
I love all your poems. They all have sweet simplicity running through them. And simplicity is not a simple art, with less being more.
The strong themes of nature, real living, and the general essence of life makes them a go-to read for uplifting.
My best five are:
Sunrise
My Brand New World
Jumping for Joy-Recipe
Optimism, Resilience and Dancing with Moonshadows
My Mother…My Influence and Sometimes Muse
Thank you Ofuma! I have already submittted and I chose JJ (Joy). Thanks for taking such time and giving me this wonderful feedback!