Her Breath

NaomiRayne

This woman who is so familiar

She's looking at me with blue eyes, a little brighter than mine

Her bronze skin has always been sun kissed

Her toe rings and blond thin hair always made her our mother.

The words she has to say are sweet and well told,

'Your mu bug'

'Your my sunshine'

'My sweet girl'

'Our breath'

All the ways she refers to me to keep me close and sheltered by her.

At times though she's sick, bed bound with pains

At times though she proves to be such a bitter woman

At times though she shows this family her sadness

This woman I don't know

The story of her past I could not tell

She tries to tell me but I go deaf

I'm not able, or rather, not wanting to listen.

So to me she stays as the woman who appears to be familiar

who shelters me with sweet words,

But also a woman I do not know,

She is my mother   

  • Author: Rayne (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: January 4th, 2018 22:19
  • Category: Unclassified
  • Views: 12
Get a free collection of Classic Poetry ↓

Receive the ebook in seconds 50 poems from 50 different authors


Comments +

Comments1

  • FredPeyer

    Beautifully written, Rayne!
    You know, I don't think we will ever 'know' a person completely, no matter how long we live together, no matter if they are related or not. Part of ourselves will always be hidden to others.
    Your poem is thought provoking.

    • NaomiRayne

      Thank you, I agree with you about not being able to know a person completely too.



    To be able to comment and rate this poem, you must be registered. Register here or if you are already registered, login here.