My Mother- My Heart

LittleTalks

Her body betrays her, the mirror it is cruel

Yet the blue eyes do sparkle, still her crown jewel

The twinkle within them, a whimsical gleam

Daydreaming of travel, applying cold cream

 

My kidney I'd give her, wrapped up in a bow

I'd tuck it in nicely, and then we would go...

To Maine for lobster, a frankie in Mumbai

Then on to New England for Boston creme pie

 

She's falling- I'll catch her- I'll carry her through

In my arms, my pocket, or in a canoe

We'll row to tomorrow then venture some more

Possibilities endless- laughter galore

I'll tell silly jokes till she laughs and she begs

Snorting "please stop" as tears trickle down legs

 

Jerusalem, Chile, Hawaii and Spain

Excitement bubbles like a glass of champaign

Papua, New Guinea, Montana and France

Shopping, sightseeing, live music and dance

 

Fantasies, fairytales, all intertwined

Adventures abound, if only in her mind

Mountains, skyscrapers, oceans with white sands

We wander together still holding hands

 

Fine stories I'll write her, some funny, some smart

With tears in my eyes- My Mother, my heart

 

  • Author: LittleTalks (Offline Offline)
  • Published: August 27th, 2022 15:21
  • Comment from author about the poem: To my elderly mother who has yet to take an adventure
  • Category: Family
  • Views: 21
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  • sorenbarrett

    This is a heart rending and heart warming poem all in one. So much to give in such a such a short time. Well metered, well rhymed with a great message. Please write more.

    • LittleTalks

      Thank you for reading and nice to meet you

    • hzugman

      Well done. Nice round the world tour.

      • LittleTalks

        much appreciated- nice to meet you



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