that gray haired mother, so close, yet so far away

that gray haired mother, so close, yet so far away

 

 

a bonnet worn for a sonnet

the lofty lid for a child of dreams

she finds her soul in pew three

 

just behind the elderly woman wearing black

whose husband was not around

for the poem's conclusion

 

or maybe his love and existence

was but an illusion

she is little, she will learn

 

and through rapid heartbeats 

will earn her degree in love

praying now to the one above

 

she hastens her words

to ascend

a sonnet for a bonnet to upend

 

grief will be her age

but smiles will turn her page

perhaps one day she will move

 

sentiment her groove

to that vaunted pew

one row up

 

to where it is felt

you could touch the angels

guarding the door stop.

 

 

 

erin-cilberto

5/14/23

Reviews

[FGFRANKLIN]

This was touching and nostalgic. It invokes an image of a saintly type where all earthly angels are found. I enjoyed.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you, Fabian,
j.

[sylvia b barber]

Poignant. This poem hit home for me-I am a gray haired grandmother.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Do you sit in the second pew?
Thank you for finding something to relate to with this piece.read moreDo you sit in the second pew?
Thank you for finding something to relate to with this piece.
j.

[sylvia b barber]

I haven’t got that close yet…

[light and ashes]

This is so beautiful. I really love the ending.

Sounds like my French great grandmother, whose name I have.

A Godly woman who loved an unGodly man.
Poor thing.

I really dont think she was ever neccessarily unhappy, though.
She was married to the man she loved, and she had several children..
but still being married to an unfaithful man, had to weigh on her from time to time.


I love your writing, jacob.

Highest marks.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Unfaithful is bad...no one deserves that.
French great Grandmother...my Great grandmother on my mom's side spoke very little English...mostly French...Mom's maiden name was Brule...
thank you for sharing and your kind words on the poem.
j.

[light and ashes]

You are very welcome.
Some describe the "French" as an elegant people. Some say otherwise.read moreYou are very welcome.
Some describe the "French" as an elegant people. Some say otherwise.
I think that's really cool.

I dont remember what her's was,
but I believe it started with an M.

[willweb]

A ribbon of sadness and question is wrapped around this poem today. What would one think or feel or anything...thankfully I don't really know. Hopefully I never find out. Woven with delicate lines and enormous talent

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your words, will,
j.

[Chris Shaw]

A child who is growing up without the love of a father, will experience the loss regardless of the circumstances. It can impact heavily on her life. Whether it is a child or an old woman in black, there will be mourning and a struggle. There is much sadness in these lines J.

Chris

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you, Chris...
j.

[Coyote Poetry]

I could feel the sadness in the words. The honest thoughts took the reader to many places and many thoughts. A powerful and worthwhile poem.
Coyote

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Thank you, Coyote,
j.

[W. Barrett Munn]

I just like the humanity that is exemplified by your poem, the struggle with loss and trying to find a way to go on.

Winston

[jacob erin-cilberto]

I appreciate you, Winston...
you have the heart of a true poet.
j.

[W. Barrett Munn]

Ditto, my friend.

[Lydia Shutter]

A child dreaming of the future....what will it be? Yes, she will earn her degree in love, but she might want to tear it to shreds after she earns it. A child of dreams grows up to be a woman of nightmares. I liked the scattered rhyming here. Lydi**

[jacob erin-cilberto]

from a scattered poet...Thank you for your spot on words here, Lydi.
j.

[Lydia Shutter]

You are far from scattered, my friend.