Enamel-roses sit still, next to Mother's porcelain teacup on a white linen tablecloth draped on the dining-room buffet
once they were real and her teacup filled with fresh brewed tea on a shining sunlit day.
and if I could give you one thing It would be a rose for you Mother on your special day so long ago it seems you've passed to a better place
I've only your photograph and fond memories of you Mother left to be found among my dreams.
and If I could give you one thing It would be a rose for a Rose for your essence remains
and I remember Mother Dear you sipping tea in the afternoon, Arranging flowers daintily, just so, in vases on the veranda
And I've not forgotton your smile and sweet laughter's tune Oh, yes, Mom, if I could give you one thing it would be the best rose that comes from this heart of your womb.
Dedicated to my Mother, Anna Rose. who now resides in heaven
You are one of the few poets I've read who can elicit deep emotions from me. As Christians we can rest assured that if we follow His way, we'll all be reunited in the eternal life. You will see your dear mother and father and I will see all those in my family who have preceded me in this pilgrimage called life.
Your poetry is always "top-shelf", but this is one of your more exceptional writes. I am truly impressed by its beauty and pure, pristine emotion. The memory of your mother is like that enamel rose and porcelain cup, delicate and beautiful.
A rare poem, My Dear! So greatly enjoyed. It's been too long since I have visited your pages. Now I see what I have been missing.
Kudos and high marks. This rates one of my rare 98%, the highest score I have ever given. 100 is impossible, and I have yet to find a 99%, which I am sure will kill me on the spot!
What a lovely tribute to your beloved mother. And how wonderful that you had the experience with your mother, even if you now miss her. A graceful and gentle write, Fran, wholly in keeping with your upbeat take on life.
I was moved by this, though it reminded me of my own grandmother. Singling out that one repetitive action like sipping tea, and delicately so, to define a memory... nicely done.
Dearest Fran Marie....Oh I am just covered with goose bumps as this is so very touching and beautiful!!
Your mother must have been so precious to have a daughter who remembers her with these sweetest of sentiments!
Beautiful!!!!
Sheila
This was very beautiful. Delicate and elegant words - I thought at first that these were for a woman of the same sort, and then I realized they were also for the most ethereal of emotions this poem was meant to evoke. Not sorrow, not hopeful, but somewhere enigmatic in between. It strikes a chord in the place in our heart reserved for mothers.
Very sweet! Such fond memories of someone so dear! Her tea-sipping, flower arranging, those little things she does, those small things you'll never forget. Very sentimental! A poem - a token of remembrance.