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

[Rose of many colours]

You bet she would.. I am a mother my self and if I ain't dead baby I am sure dead to all my the duties I peform for you. wow this is the sweetest ever..Mothers power..ha ha take that...

[Azure Montessa (Blue)]

Haha. I understand your sentiments, for sure. I salute all the mothers out there so you didn't offend me at all. :)

[Rose of many colours]

Thank you darling. I was truely inspired thats why I responded that way I felt You were my daughter and we were having a conversation. God bless you

[Azure Montessa (Blue)]

That's priceless. Thank you. :)

[costa siwale]

Classy, just classy..and sad at the end, a truly great poem. Love it Blue

[Azure Montessa (Blue)]

Thank you, Costa. :)

[Einstein Noodle]

oooo very good spooky ... your piece reminds me of my own experience about a week after my wife had died (long time ago) i awoke from sleep with a strong sense of someone coming down the stairs and thought it was one of my children ... as i lay there awake waiting i believe my wife pressed a kiss (it felt cold) on my forehead and gently left ... i will never forget this goodbye kiss and remain eternally grateful for it ... love and peace Blue ... glad your mom is with you still and this is the poet investigating new avenues .. nice work ... and appropriate timing for all hallows eve season
E.

[Azure Montessa (Blue)]

Thanks a lot, Einstein. :)

[Leslie Philibert]

Fine poem, and I am relieved your mother is alive !

[Azure Montessa (Blue)]

Thank you, Leslie. :)

[KillBox]

Beautifully written, sad ending :(
Sounds like you will always have some great, comforting memories :)

[Azure Montessa (Blue)]

I do. Haha. Thank you so much, Killbox. :)

[Eddie Davis]

Surprising twist at the end, nicely done as usual, it made me think of my mother. A really nice tribute to the essence of motherhood.

[Azure Montessa (Blue)]

I salute all the mothers. :) Thank you, Eddie. Best wishes to your mom. :)

[Ruth]

Goodness...intense twist hon...I like the surreality to this but there is also a tangible realness...unsettling, very cool! x

[Azure Montessa (Blue)]

Thank you, Ruth! :)

[gombeggar]

very well done poem here, girl ...I would lose all the semi-colons, mahself but that's up 2 u

[Azure Montessa (Blue)]

Thank you so much. :)

[annabellee]

oh the ending was very sad, lovely poem though. I loved how you described your mother, really brought her to life.
Well done :)

[Azure Montessa (Blue)]

Thank you, Annabellee. :)

[annabellee]

you are most welcome :)

[Sue]

Cleverly written though even if you are imagining it. Well done!

[Azure Montessa (Blue)]

Thank you so much, Sue. :)