my mother

my mother

A Poem by m.s.early

I learned everything I needed to know in a brown rocking chair

in little granny’s living room

safe in your lap

when I was still a child


Your eyes were always wet with love

soaking the stories of your family:

the rescued raccoon babies,

the wolves on little granny’s mountain,

the little house dug into its side,

your baby sister and the cereal box,


My ears were always dry and thirsty for your voice

and they still are mama

© 2016 m.s.early


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See, this is what I mean....these are the things that complete you...keep you sane...gift you!

Posted 8 Years Ago


m.s.early

8 Years Ago

Your thoughts are always precious
such a perfect Mothers Day tribute...yes, the safety and comfort of her womb...then her lap and most of all her love.

j.

Posted 8 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

m.s.early

8 Years Ago

Thank you so much J :)

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