Sunday, May 11, 2014

May 11, 2014 The Sunday Whirl/Missing My Mother



Missing my Mother
I listen for your voice
I hear it only in dreams
Not much to settle for
After a lifetime of love
You have vanished
A Mother disappeared
I look into the sky and
See the blue of your eyes
I call your name
In hopes of an answer
I sort through the memories
Perhaps there is a window
Of glass where I will see you
I rub my eyes I strain to see
The silver threads around my
Heart attached to yours’
Would have to be severed
With an axe
I am clumsy at letting go


11 comments:

Magical Mystical Teacher said...

When it comes to parents, especially our mothers, I think all of us are clumsy at letting go...

Jae Rose said...

Perhaps those threads should never let go..when they connect us in a good way they may be like an anchor in a harsh sea..happy mother's day xo

Laurie Kolp said...

I understand completely... beautifully expressed. Happy Mother's Day!

brenda w said...

This is perfect. Looking for the image in the window is my favorite part. Brava, Annell!

Björn Rudberg said...

What a wonderful ode .. a day to remember (though our mother's day is later) .. My mother is vanishing gradually into dementia.. but she seems to hold together mostly, and I can talk to her...

Belva Rae Staples said...

These lines really touched my heart:

The silver threads around my
Heart attached to yours’
Would have to be severed
With an axe

Sumana Roy said...

beautiful lines and i agree with your last line...

flaubert said...

Annell, you will always be bound to her. That is a bond not to be broken. Lovely heartrending write.

Pamela ox

Sherry Blue Sky said...

Beautifully done, my friend. I especially like the looking into the sky to see her eyes.

layers said...

A beautiful poem and a tribute to your mother...

David Rialta Reece said...

Hi Annell,
I see you are still running strong (I suspect we are all clumsy at letting go)
-Dave