A Mother's Love

Poem dedicated to the families in Dunbland Scotland

 

Michelle K. Smith

A MOTHER’S LOVE

 

“This poem is dedicated to my mother, and to all the mothers in tiny Dunblane, Scotland, with whom I grieve.”

 

A mother’s love is always true

it holds you up, it comforts you.

Rights all wrongs, clears the air,

Fixes things beyond repair.

 

A mother’s love asks not for gain,

it wavers not in face of pain.

Marches to a different drum

knows not where strength is coming from.

 

A mother’s love knows what is fair

it stands alone; will take a dare.

Needs no explaining nor reason why,

can stop the world or make it cry.

 

A mother’s love is sent today

to all the mothers down Dunblane way

Weeping for those who have gone above

the tender reach of a mother’s love.

Reviews

[Starlit Scarlett]

This made me feel like I was reading about my own mother. My favorite line is "knows not where strength is coming from" because it reminds me of her own vigor and how amazing it is to me now that I'm older that mothers like these are able to be so completely selfless. The hint of tragedy in your dedication prompted me to research Dunblane; I had no idea. I was sorry to learn of it and offer my sincerest condolences.

[Misa]

Hey... Well, for not being a fan of double thoughts on single lines, this isn't bad. l have to admit, reading l did stumble on the repetitive use of "it" in the second line (it felt somewhat...flat?) but the concept between the two thoughts is well done. I would consider taking out a few of the it's, specifically when we already know you're referring to a mother's love - ie in the 2nd stanza, we could probably read it more smoothly without the it. One thing l did notice bout the ending was the fact that it had me curious, in a morbid way - what happened? Was her death the result of an accident? Were multiple women killed? The reason l ask is because l think it could take this so much farther, if we had just a few tiny details. Maybe intersperse them through the poem, or something to that affect. Anyway, enjoyed this quite a bit. it felt...soft. Welcoming, perhaps.

[The Archangel Gabriel]

Great write! There is nothing quite like a mother's love.

Peace and love,
Gabe

[ah]

this is beautiful, thanx for posting it for us to read

[sesomnhoj29]

Aww... It's very touching...

I wanna go home to where my life began too... =P

[Sara Muschweck]

Wonderful write, you were able to bring the reader in and show them around, with out losing the interest in the story. The progression of the story, just like the journey you took the reader on was poignant and refreshing. Look forward to more wonderful things from you.

[Recklesseyes]

Love it, but I'm partial to "southern" writing. I lived in Memphis for six years, and my first book takes place there. So, reading your prose about the river and Beale street totally hit home for me. Had I not already been acquainted with these places, I can still see the sights and hear the sounds through the way you've described them.

Only a few minor suggestions....the line, The familiar scenery hit me like a blues song. Coming home, being alone, feeling gone, all done. Take away "all done." I sort of like this instead....Feeling gone, being alone, coming home, leaving again. It lets us know that although in the last line, you are home....you aren't going to stay there forever.

Not too sure about the first line either. I keep reading it over and over and it just doesn't fit for some reason. Life in the South is like breathing in a dust storm. You can do it, but you might die, and if you don't do it, you will certainly die. I love it. Don't get me wrong, but I don't think it matches the rest of this story. Maybe rethink it. Here's a thought that comes to mind....Life in the South is like a black snake in muddy river water. It sneaks up on you when you aren't looking, ready to strike, deadly even. But if left alone, will wander with the current leaving you to explore the bank. I dunno...just a thought.

Overall, great writing! I wanted more...

[Riverdance]

This is lovely, dear!

I especially can relate to this because I have a grandma that lives in Memphis myself. I call her Memee, though, instead of Meemaw.

Mississippi sunsets are some of the greatest sights ever...that I must say. And sweet iced tea and pecan pie. =)

I look forward to reading some of your published works one day.
Love,
~RD