The Test of Time

What are you willing to

settle for

the thrill

of another dollar bill

and my meanderings

with quill in hand

are useless, unfruitful

nonsense

you say

well there may come a day

when my son grows up

and takes a peek at these

sketches

what will he find

but a glimpse

into his loving mother's

heart, soul, and mind

bound to the pages set forth

what are they worth

he may remember me fondly

for that I believe

the payment is priceless

and as forthright as

a lovers kiss

worth more than gold

in today's market

or so my story

is told

in poetic meanderings

that may not collect a dime

but will stand

the test of time.

 

 

Reviews

[robin]

your heart melds words
like quicksand sliding
on the rim of the hourglass
of grasses swaying
light breezes and
fields of Elysium
cloud gazing
simple and amazing
you are Mother
and sisters' sister
painted, colored
pastels, charcoals
sketches or other
kerblast the moaning of
little boys whining
in the spring showers
of your pennies from heaven


wow again,
Robin

[Chad Wesley Allbrett]

I hope that my son won't read my stuff when he comes to man's estate!
But I nonetheless love this, your tender line.

[Sara Muschweck]

Just beautiful. We all live in our writing, putting so much of ourselves into what we write that we will live on for those who love us in these writings. You have expressed this with such eloquence.

[Ken Simm.]

Lovely gentle and wavelike. With a resonance that is clear and crystal.

[brita]

I love the meaning of this. I'm always trying to get across to people the idea that they should do what makes them happy, whether it's writing, singing, painting, whatever... Because, really, in the long run, that's the only thing that'll bring youy happiness. I loved the flow of this poem and the way it was just kind of this big, run-on sentence.
Excellent job.
I relate to this very much.
Thank you.

[Arthur Henn]

WOW!!!! This is amazing. The legacy of love, embraced by the muse of a mothers pen. Yes the reflections of one soul can never be diminished as they will alway live on from generation to generation.

Superb! write.

There is another poem inspired by this. I will write it and post it back here with this.

Well done, my fair lady.

Art

[Andrea A. Wentz]

Aww, so true. :) Even though we may never be published, our children may enjoy reading what we wrote when they are our age. Every generation is different, and this is what mommy was dealing with and going through at your age. It's like the stories we love to hear from our parents about their time at our age, but these will be written, not to be lost to faded memories.

Beautiful work, inspiring to any mother writers out there. Thank you for sharing :)