Treasure Island

Claudia Krizay

(1/28/1956 / Washington DC)

A True Mom


From childhood memories of band aids and skinned knees,
To those of losing myself to another world,
You were always there for me.
You were the mother in my heart,
The one who tucked me in bed at night, and the one who listened to my tears.
You held my hand when we crossed the street, and when
I crossed that bridge from sanity to unreality.
At that moment when I began to lose myself-
You stood before me with open arms.
In my make believe world, I was a little girl at twenty one-
This nobody understood, but you showered me with your love-
The mother of my dreams- you were not make believe.
I would give you dandelion stems, their thistles gone, or
A thorny and wilted rose- and to you- they were always beautiful.
My aunt, my mother, and my sister you were
But most important, my best friend.
In those moments when I mistrusted that world
Spinning out of control, in your world, I believed.
Your house was my castle, my sanctuary, and my safe haven.
Last week you told me that you were leaving this world-
The lights are dimming as thunder claps, and with a
Gust of wind, you shall be gone…
You shall always be the mother
I carry safely inside my heart.
Day turns to night, dawn to dusk, and after the sunsets,
I am left here in the darkness wondering
Where those dandelion thistles are dancing now?
I am certain that you shall remember how beautiful
Their stem was the day I gave it to you,
My mother of my heart, soul and spirit.
When they tear your house down,
In my thoughts my palace shall forever remain.
It was there that court jesters made me laugh, and
From a little princess I grew to become a queen.
If your rays of hope and light had not
Shone upon my desperate and wounded soul,
A pauper without a place or home
In this world, I may be.
After you are gone, I know that deep inside
That your spirit shall always live on,
Bandaging my skinned knees and
Listening with close attention to my tears…

Submitted: Wednesday, August 05, 2009
Edited: Wednesday, May 11, 2011

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  • Khairul Ahsan (7/15/2013 6:30:00 AM)

    The one who tucked me in bed at night, and the one who listened to my tears.
    True description of a mom who can 'listen' to their children's silent tears! Most moms are like that.
    Your expression is eloquent, words fluent and appropriate and thoughts utterly clear. It's a joy to be with you, through your poems. (Report) Reply

  • Neetha Sasidharan (1/21/2012 11:22:00 PM)

    wow... really grt poem..how i wish i could also write like u...it's as if it is coming right out of ur heart..
    u r a grt poetess, aunty (Report) Reply

  • Adeline Foster (1/4/2012 12:10:00 PM)

    This poem is well written and well expressed. I was prepared to find a lement against mother. How surprised I was. Good job! Read mine - Many a Mother is Forgotten -
    Adeline (Report) Reply

  • Juan Olivarez (9/29/2011 11:16:00 AM)

    I used to bring my mom Lantana, your poem is very close to my heart and very well written. (Report) Reply

  • Dave Walker (9/10/2011 1:57:00 PM)

    This is so so good. To have all those good memorys.
    Great poem one to be proud of. (Report) Reply

  • Allemagne Roßmann (8/25/2011 3:59:00 PM)

    Motherly memorandum, mothers memoir, maternal memento and memories well served from the minds camera here.Moments of pleasure. (Report) Reply

  • Wendy Thopliss (5/11/2011 5:56:00 PM)

    Claudia this is so lovely, it is the thoughts and memories which most of us have of our mothers. A really lovely read. (Report) Reply

  • Dwi Utami (7/15/2010 12:55:00 PM)

    A true mom.
    This poem make me remember my mother when i'have saw my mothe, and never have feeling love from mother, during me childhood of course i'hopes able for telling and listening something from lips my mother.like a child in this poem.so lucky..and great of you, : thumb: : thumb: : thumb: (Report) Reply

  • Michael Harmon (8/8/2009 12:03:00 PM)

    This is a beautiful poem, Claudia, in praise of a loved one: caring, intimate, and tender. A contemporary work, with deep sentiments, but without being maudlin. A fine work. (Report) Reply

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