Sunday Mornings

10/29/13

 

 

Every Sunday morning, my mom wakes me up at three;

She knows how my alarm clock always disappoints me.

 

She irons my clothes and shines my shoes with care;

For a year and a half I have been wearing the same pair.

 

The smell of eggs and bacon leaks through the door;

Perfect breakfast just for me--what else to ask for?

 

She boils water and pours some into my morning bath;

She knows just how much I hate cold's aftermath.

 

I drift through my patterns like a predictable rhyme;

Her stares are comforting and daunting at the same time.

 

Before I leave the house, she hugs and kisses me;

Her scent is a mixture of cigarette and coffee.

 

Then she goes to bed like any tired woman would,

Sleeping with a smile for the gift of motherhood.

 

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Three in the morning, I am awakened by a tap.

What I see next greeted me like a slap.

 

Neatly laid out on the desk is my Sunday dress.

Under the chair are shoes gleaming to impress.

 

Aroma of eggs and bacon fills the atmosphere.

I can hear the kettle whistling somewhere near.

 

I catch the feeling there's someone I cannot see.

Then the smell of cigarette and coffee has embraced me.

 

Sunday morning duties compelling her to stay.

My beloved mother died just yesterday...

 

Author's Note

Don't tell my mother I "killed" her in this poem. She might resign from her maternal tasks on Sunday mornings. :)

Reviews

[Solilokiss]

Heehee I just read your authors note and I giggled. I am so glad it was fictional! And extra glad that your heart compels you to consider life without the one we should never take for granted but oft times do.

[Azure Montessa (Blue)]

Haha, thank you so much. :)

[Solilokiss]

Made me cry. God, this touched me. Such a beautiful mother you have. We are never without them. They are always with us. Their love compels them so.

[Azure Montessa (Blue)]

I see that you have read the note a little bit late. Haha.

[Poe Redd]

A beautiful write, with a great end. The feeling is so perfect.

[Azure Montessa (Blue)]

Thank you, Poe. :)

[Inda]

Love the twist! Shows that a writer would kill their own mother to write something good! ;)

[Azure Montessa (Blue)]

Hahahahaha. But I know I'm not the only writer who makes up stories of murdering parents. :)

[ASPAR (A Sol Poet Arnay..]

Very nice work... promise I shall not tell your mom..:) Most interesting work I think we can all relate to those times :) thank you for sharing :)

[Azure Montessa (Blue)]

Thank you so much. :)

[Douglas White]

And yet this is a good reminder of what should never be taken for granted. Very well written, Blue. I like this one quite a bit.

[Azure Montessa (Blue)]

Thanks, Doug. :)

[FlatLineBeauty]

This was very intriguing and had a good flow. You have an amazing imagination and it shows in your writing. 3 AM would be a bit early for me though lol. xo Winter

[Azure Montessa (Blue)]

I had to wake up at three because I still have to prepare for the 6 a.m. mass. Haha. Thank you, Winter. :)

[Baby Ricochet]

This is a lovely rhyme for all the mothers all over the world who drag their kids out of bed at the ungodly hour of 3AM. Nice rhymes and good structure. You get an A+ . Now go take a nap.

[Azure Montessa (Blue)]

3 a.m. is reasonable for me because I have to prepare myself for the 6 a.m. mass. :) Haha, thank you so much. :)

[L4rn13]

Beautiful imagery and very descriptive. She sounds like a wonderful mother :) very fond of this poem :)

[Azure Montessa (Blue)]

Thank you so much. :)

[J. Kell]

Your mother sounds fantastic! I was getting hungry reading this. Great poem, it shows how much you care and how grateful you are to have her in your life.

[Azure Montessa (Blue)]

She is. Thank you, Justink. :)