PRETTY MAIDS ALL IN A ROW

she laughs sometimes

as I look in her eyes

bright like the sunlight

I keep my disguise

her garden produces

upon command

turning the land

I dig with her hands

 

we bide side by side

holding tight seeds that are me

love and hate are buried here

pushing flowers sweet

  

water drops splatter

a storm at our fingertips

these tears are hers

she asked me for this

there in the garden

we sat without blame

season's of wonder fade their color

life's marrow remains

she laughs sometimes

as I look in her eyes      

bright like the sunlight

I keep my disguise

 

 

Terry D’Arcy-Ryan

 

Author's Note

This poem is about my relationship with my Mother. She was all knowing and an all powerful gardener. Yes, I said powerful. She also did the newspaper crossword puzzle with an ink pen. That always got me. What a show off. My mother loved to laugh and laughter is great medicine. Our highs were high and the lows were unbelievable. The relationship with My Mother was always centered around her volatile relationships with men. But as a child, I remember what a green thumb she had.

Reviews

[Edizen]

Thank you for sharing your memories of your mother with us.
seems like you both enjoyed gardening.
I like this poem, it's very subtle but has a lot of warmth in it.

[TerryDarcy-Ryan akaSheerTerror]

My mother was the green thumb, she was all powerful. And I am my mother. Thank you

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you my friend for sharing the story in the poem. I liked the photos also.
"she laughs sometimes
as I look in her eyes
bright like the sunlight
I keep my disguise"
The above lines. I do understand.
Coyote

[Alao Taiwo]

the virgin womb of creation. the paradox and mixed-feelings calls misbehaviour mixbehaviour, fuses ressurection and insurrection into reinsurrection... and of course "bright like the sunlight I keep my disguise"

"love and hate are buried here
pushing flowers sweet"

[wordman]

memories,how sweet and real as we think back in time,may they last forever

[Weeping willow]

Wonderfully written are your memories that slide between each word that I read. relationships with Mothers seem to be a world of turmoil( at least for me) but love still reside deep in the her arms in a protective manner ;-] Nice write

[Pete]

deep, powerful write from the heart. great wording and emotion contained within your lines. you tell of a checkered past but choose to dwell on the positive. her inner strength and gardening suggests hope for the future and a sort of peace and acceptance. great one says I. love it. great pics too (as usual) ... :)

[Saoirse K.]

"water drops splatter
the storm at our fingertips
my tears are hers
she asked me for this"

powerful stanza
i really like the connection between the people and forces of nature
as though those forces were yours or hers to render at will
wonderful verdant imagery used throughout the poem
a touching tribute to your mother
i enjoyed this