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Mothers Letter

Mothers Letter

A Poem by Lisasview
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When I saw this painting I was moved to write a poem about it. This is my revised version. Free Verse poetry.

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 Mother's Letter


     Eyes are dry, now …

     where soft teardrops fell,

     lie faded pools of smeared purple ink.


     Reading her letter again,

     I held the coarse paper tightly 

     between delicate hands.

     The baby kicks, as if it knows,

     and I read on....


     Birth of your first born …

     so close to my heart,

     brings memories of you, my child,

     running wildly through fields of

     poppies and dandelions.

     Your hair, the colored hues

     in sun’s end of day.


     Alone, I lie here remembering …

     watching birds by the window.

     They beckoned me follow;

   “I am not ready to leave,”

     sighing in a whisper.


   “Bring me apples to peel;

     for, my hands are idle.”

     There is no one to hear,

     my mind wanders to you --

     the distance is great.


     As time disappears …

     your child grows,

     and as you watch the fields

     change from yellow to gold,


   "Think of me and remember,

     I have you in my heart … always.”


                            ~~~




    

                 

© 2023 Lisasview


Author's Note

Lisasview
Any comments are appreciated.
Thank you for dropping by.
Lisa

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oh my goodness ... this brings tears to my heart .. it is so sweetly sad .. wonderful tribute to not just your Ma but to all those who love with a very Divine gift of a Mother's love .. those who received and do receive it are blessed .. your poem inspires gratitude in me for my Ma ... thank you for sharing! really enjoy the imaging and it is super emotive ...
E.

Posted 2 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

Lisasview

2 Years Ago

Hi there,
I see you are the featured review, although you are the last to read my poem...so f.. read more



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Lisa, I can tell by your writing you love poetry. I see a lot of myself - my struggles - mirrored in your poem. My tendency is to describe, which is the job of prose. Poetry should be about showing comparisons that others either do not see or have never see in that light. Poetry lives in that shadowed area between wakefulness and sleep, half-dream and half-imagination. We want to create sensations - my personal goal with each (serious attempt) I make is to be able to look back at my work 6 months later and be able to say, I'm glad I read that.

Another bit of advice, somewhat mysterious so don't take it like Amelia Bedelia who always took things said as literal. So here goes: try to end your poems about 2 lines before they're finished.

Leave something for reader to dwell on and think about and feel. If you write to the point you're reached, The End, you've gone too far. That's for prose.

PS. We thought about expatriating to Italy but my wife is on the Cherokee register so she gets free healthcare here that cannot be duplicated there.
Best,

Posted 2 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Lisasview

2 Years Ago

Thank you for your comments.. I will ponder your review..to see if your suggestions work for me. Hav.. read more
wow this is just so beautiful as well as touching

Posted 2 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Lisasview

2 Years Ago

Thank you for your lovely review..
This is a beautiful poem Lisa. What a great idea to use the painting as a subject. Your poem is full of deep love and feelings flowing between the generations. In those days they didn't have all the instant communications that we rely on today.
Very well done!
Regards,
Alan

Posted 2 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Lisasview

2 Years Ago

Hi Alan, I just responded back to you about the review I left for you. I asked if you had read my po.. read more
A lovely read, mom to daughter. It is this kind of passage, moment, reality I only ever wish to pass on to my boys. They have turned out pretty damn good. ;)

The softness tugs lightly in your words here
the details bring the piece to life
the inner knowing makes it real
the completeness exudes our humanness.

Posted 2 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Lisasview

2 Years Ago

Thank you so much for your lovely review.
You really picked up on the softness and more..
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Beautiful heart rendering
Love it

Posted 2 Years Ago


Lisasview

2 Years Ago

Oh gosh Julie, Going back over my poems I see you left a review and I never thanked you for it... I .. read more
Blessed are the 'forever' mom's - they aren't as rare as many believe - it's just that children believe they finally escaped all the years of their telling moms how silly, stupid and uncaring they were and perhaps now are so caught up in the same cycle with their own. Life gets soooo busy when you HAVE to deal day-by-day ...there's just no time for what and who WAS 'til they're gone for real.

Posted 2 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Lisasview

2 Years Ago

Yes, blessed are the "former"mom's
I just now saw that you reviewed my poem and I am so sorry.. read more
Patricia Wedel

2 Years Ago

It is never too late… in my Book.. Love ❤️ to you in Spain… 🌈
Lisasview

2 Years Ago

Never too late for sure!
Lisa
This was poignant and sweetly beautiful. I remember telling my oldest daughter she'd never know how much I loved her until she held her own firstborn. When she delivered her first child, (after congratulations and weight and measurements and all the information over the phone) I asked her if she finally understood what I meant. And I asked if it was anything like what she imagined. She cried and said, you were right dad, I never knew! This was a wonderful write. Highest marks.

Posted 2 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Lisasview

2 Years Ago

Hi Fabian,
This is so so weird but I have now come across another one of your wonderful revie.. read more
So touching, it reminds me of letters and thoughts that I have had. I'm not sure why, but the part about apples to peel seems so significant and real.

Posted 2 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Lisasview

2 Years Ago

Thank you for seeing the image I was hopefully trying to show.
Appreciate your review Samuel,.. read more
Really touching write.. Beautifully conveyed lines. Mother/daughter love. The loss of a mother can be devastating. If there are letters left, that can be a huge comfort. First of yours I have read. Pleased to have stopped by.

Chris

Posted 2 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Lisasview

2 Years Ago

Thank you Chris.
The three I have submitted are the very first poems I have ever submitted .. read more
Chris Shaw

2 Years Ago

Lucky you being in beautiful Spain. I haven't had an education in. poetry either. Everything I have.. read more
Lisasview

2 Years Ago

I completely agree Chris..Thank you
When we face Parenthood ourselves is when we most need our mothers. And when they can't be there it breaks the heart. Much emotion here. Well written.

Posted 2 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Lisasview

2 Years Ago

How wonderful that you understood what I was trying to convey!
Thank you so much for your rev.. read more
M. J. Smith

2 Years Ago

You are most welcome, Lisa. Fathers are not immune to the need of a mother's wisdom, particularly wh.. read more

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Benitachell, Alicante, Spain



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