Mother

today would have been her 100th birthday.

Mother

morning of

thoughtful persuasions

your eyes open again

signal me onward

one hundred years ago

a womb spoke,

a mother born to a mother

who had been born to another

mother and so on

until the arrival of a poet

basking in the afterbirth of love

and words

and a cold shoulder

of unfortunate circumstance

she was as much love

as a banished heart

would allow

in poetry, years pass

one hundred ago

one was born for another to be born

a womb spoke

birthed on syllables of longing

just for a nip of love

just enough,

to take the extended trip

toward a today

without her

as writing births more writing

and a father waits for the news.

erin-cilberto

2/19/22

Reviews

[M. J. Smith]

Our mothers loom as the tallest figures in our lives. Along side our fathers of course. And for a poet more then most.
Mothers are the ones, typically, to read to us and give us our first taste of literature. Mothers teach us the heart.
A beautiful tribute, J.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind review, M.J.
j.

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

This is great Jacob. It speaks to of hoe Poetry has developed and change over the years from generation to generation. We may not write likee they did but we carry on a great tradition.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

carry on, sir,
thank you,
j.

[Gee]

Every birthday once they have passed is a poignant, reflective time, today even more so for you Jscob.
My thoughts are with you and a smile too at the thought of your mum looking proudly down on her kind, giving, gifted son :))

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind words, Gee,
j.