Priced to pocket change, range
photographed
to stratospheric, decadence’s reach
I couldn’t resist
there were three, stem clusters
one of dark grapes
one of red and one of green
I bought them all, for her
greedily
like a market stall, millionaire.
She, only had one handful bunch
of dark grapes
with her initial, big eyes
repressed
to self-sacrificing, slits
and she thanked me, profusely
washed and offered
all the rest, back to me
asked
if I’d eaten already
(I sigh and smile defeatedly
thinking
how I dream of buying her a Winery
just so she can have all the grapes
she ever wanted
but likely, she’d probably just take
a pane of its greenhouse's glass
as a memento, keepsake
or
were I capable of buying her
that mansion, she so - deserves
she’d take the keys
as her jingling, keepsake
and tell me to keep it, for myself)
eventually, I reply
that yes, I have feasted – heartily!
Amused
she quirks an inquisitive eye,
unable
to resist enquiring, what exactly I had
'oh, that same
intangible – everything
that’s nourished me, my whole life
your Love of course:
Mom!'
This is that debt, imbalance
with our mother’s.
Whatever we do
for those
rare, good ones
it can never, be enough
for they out-do us
where it counts, most
Love: unconditional!
All we can do
is keep
buying those grapes
and hope
eventually, we make a dent
in our
heartfelt gratitude’s, debt…
© L. B. Mek
February 2022
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That's an awful lot of grapes to repay that gratitude. I do like the idea of a winery, though, that is definitely the perfect present. Imagine popping down to the cellar and grabbing a bottle every day for breakfast with your cornflakes.
🤣
(I have heard of sour grapes
not so much, sour cornflakes
but hey
after a few spoonful's, I'm sure
it will all taste bittersweet
such is life, dear poet....)
thank you!
Beautiful sentiment in your words today which really moved me.
Those who can relate easily are the lucky ones, sadly many will have lived through a quite different experience. I know this from their poetry.
I know, it seems those 'good ones'
are becoming ever more, rare...
a poignant comment, Dusk
as always, thank you
Gratitude and Love for mum has come out very well in your poem. For the love unconditional we owe them a lot. A winery can be a start. Enjoyed it.Thank you for sharing
well, a Winery as a mere 'start'
is far too ambitious for me, lol
but I know what you mean
our debt's water well, is just that deep..
an insightful comment
thank you, dear poet
What an ending with a debt of endless finding the right kind of gratitude! You have an abundance my friend thank you for sharing!
Always appreciated
'finding
the right, kind
of gratitude'...
(I shall ponder these wise words, my friend)
thank you, for penning such encouraging words
your kindness, humbles me
A heart touching write. Long ago I was taught that accepting a gift was as important as giving one. The gift that mothers give is the greatest and our acceptance of it is the only way to show gratitude, Well done.
now that, is wisdom
we all need to incorporate
in-to our way of thinking,
'that being able to receive, earnestly
validates and adds value
to the gifts, we're given in our lives'..
I shall try to heed these words
thank you! dear poet
Dear Mek,
That was a great write for your Mother and your love and affection is just overflowing in your poem.
Loved these lines..
eventually, we make a dent
in our
heartfelt gratitude’s, debt…
How poetic is this expression..!! Loved it to the core. Thanks for this heart-touching poem !!
so glad you enjoyed and could relate
to my humble scribble, dear poet
thank you!
for your overtly kind, words of support
A sentimental compose full of passions and feelings.
indeed, I was a little emotional
writing these words
thank you! for highlighting that sentimental element
of my humble scribble, dear poet
first the title made an impact on my mouth, taste buds & salivary glands .. and then it was like someone found the remote control I thought I had lost some time back and simultaneously pressed the warm glow and tears buttons .. N
yeah, Hyung
someone pressed those buttons, on me
as well
when I started penning these words...
thank you!
Very nice and beautifully written.
Much love and gratitude in these words, you are a gift to her, you are her heart!❤️
thank you, how very kind
Moms are special. So, Everything that includes her makes it more special, even buying grapes. I loved the thought behind 'range photographed to stratospheric'; also could see her face when I read 'quirks an inquisitive eye'; 'big eyes repressed'; Thank you for such a beautiful share.
I'm so humbled that you take the time
to delve
into the inner lining of my word choices
what a generous way to support and encourage..
I thank you! with utmost sincerity, dear Poet
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