#motherloveA Poem by Anja BerestetskaThis poem is about sometimes difficult relationship of two women: the mother and the beloved oneYour mother looks at me carefully, Pours me tea, asks me vividly. I know now where is coming from That light in your eyes . Evening is melting into the garden Of a house that still remembers Your first steps, You putting a carrot For a snowman in winter, You climbing the peach tree Full of fruits to nibble, You playing hide and sick With your siblings In her mouth wrinkles Hides your smile, We sit in the dark for a while Silent. I know she probably doesn’t like me: A new intruder into this house, That saw too many coming and going Into her beloved son’s life With laughs and troubles. And now one more Trying to please her She feels what every mother does And every sister. Only they know the Fountainhead of sensitivity And tenderness That you hide from the world And I’m yet to discover Which sometimes shines out When you think I’m not watching, I don’t blame her Pretty sure I’ll be feeling same way Watching our future son Kissing his girlfriend goodbye At doorways. We remain silent, Now and then changing Casual phrases about The dinner and weather. I don’t know how to tell her, I wish she would know How thankful am I For her boy That waits for me in the room upstairs. © 2018 Anja BerestetskaReviews
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1 Review Added on July 11, 2018 Last Updated on July 11, 2018 Tags: poem, lyrics, mother, girlfriend, love, gratitude, relationship AuthorAnja BerestetskaHamburg, GermanyAboutNomadic soul that urges for good coffee and tasty cheese. more..Writing
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