Mother's Summer Voice

After all these years,
I still turn for home at the
First flickering of the street light.

 

But the cool bath after a hot day,
And clean, cotton pajamas
Fresh from the line, no longer await.

 

I brush aside the echo of her voice,
Knowing that being forty-three
Means I can stay out.

 

I know if asked, she would drive
The few miles between our homes
And draw a bath, lay out the pajamas.

 

And sometimes that's all I want.

But tonight I think I’ll stay out

Past the street light.

 

 

 

 

 

Reviews

[Abhra]

I love your voice. You speak volumes with little things. At every point I felt what you feel and that is the trademark of a fine poet. I love the fact that you write simply. Your poetry is not adorned with heavy words. One does not have to ponder over the poem, ransacking it for meaning. It is about a feeling and It homes in the heart of the reader without knowing. Great work!

[Kelly Rainwater]

I am sorry it's taken me so long to read your review. Thank you so much for the wonderful compliments! I am glad that the simplicity rings true with you.

[Shimmerbliss/CAF]

You have a wonderful ability to capture your heart and your memories in a way that speaks right to the soul. This is very special.

[Kelly Rainwater]

Thank you so much! I just read a few of your poems and I have noticed a similarity in some of our writings, in that we attempt to capture small moments in time. I'm looking forward to reading more of your work!

[Wildecat]

This makes me think of my Mom God rest her soul. A wonderful poem, and a fitting tribute to her.

[Kelly Rainwater]

Thank you so much!