How vivid her quick smile,
full years could not erase
the memory.
The smile she woke me with,
from midday naps.
Today they soothe
and come when clouds
and squalls of strife pass through.
An anchor has been forged
between the bed, so small back then
and any time I rest my aging head,
never alone, she seems to hover
unobtrusively, nearby, for me
upon my signal, in a heartbeat
her ready smile will come
like genie from the bottle
and sit right on my pillow,
with not a single word.
The miles have now outdone
even the years, and I do wonder
if there is sadness on her face,
perhaps some unshed tears.
So very soon I will just stand there
like the boy inside his cot
there at your grave, in awe
and, just like him, be
waiting for your smile.
Such tenderness Herbert. I envy anyone that shares such beautiful feelings as this with their mother. Beautiful. Sincerely, Mary
Herbert, this is beautiful. Well written and so full of feeling. A poem I could identify with. Warmest regards, CJ
Yes, that was a very nicely written piece. Good work! Amicalement votre, R.
You are going to make me cry.....this was soooo sweet. As a mother myself I can feel this very deeply. Thank you :)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
That was very moving Herbert, it brings a tear! Sincerely Ernestine