When I look in the mirror,
I see your face.
When I eat biscuits,
My, how delicious you taste!
I see you in my red stripped kitchen towel,
carefully drying your cast-iron skillet
I smell you in the aroma of Louisiana coffee,
waffling throughout the house.
In spring greens in botanic garden,
I feel your green thumb.
In snowy winter nights, I feel
your warm love blanketing me
In nightmarish day and night dreams,
Mom, its thoughts of you that calm my fears
Mom, I see the whole of you in my sons, daughter
Grandchildren, and even the unborn
Mom, I see your eyes in the stars; your smiling sun;
see you in the oak tree gently pruning each branch!
Almedia S. Knight (ASK)
May 9,2009
awe... dear Alm beautiful touching lines.. ireally enjoyed them...must have done scores of poems on mothers day recently....this by far the best and potent great cheers
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Its love with Mom in ‘Marrow-Fixation’…it is Psychic Ontogeny with embodiment of ‘Genotype’ reflected thro’ Phenotype…excellent indeed and very much Mom is everywhere… 10+++ Ms. Nivedita UK