Mother

She grows weary now; there is a certain

thickening around the middle and her

ancient limbs tremble with the weight of 

recalcitrant children still chasing rainbows.

She has mood swings, storm clouds and

much brighter suns than before; an unsettling 

of the seasons as she retreats from the 

remnants of a rapacious and destructive age.

Translucent as parchment, her skin shines,

tightly drawn in slow decay, her brittle bones 

laid waste to the unthinking chaos of time.

Yet still, her blood courses, blue veined,  

swelling the seas of consequence,

until all that remains is distant memory; 

And the knowledge, that conscious, unconscious,

there were few that ever marked the morning dew. 

Reviews

[h d e rushin]

My mother called me three times today (since she claims she cant keep count at 84) to remind me
of the dental appointment I have on Thursday morning. It is her way of touching me. Her way
of brushing my hair again. Calling is the same as pulling the lint and dead hairs out of the comb,
her mythologically "swelling the seas of consequence" I honestly believe.

excellent poem Beccy.... dana

[Coyote Poetry]

Hard to see the people we love. Because weaker. Old age can be a thief. Dear Beccy, thank you for sharing the powerful words and your thoughts.
Coyote

[Paul Bell]

Wonder if she realised to late. Man. Why did i let them loose in my garden.

[Ted Kniffen]

Very nicely done, Beccy, you describe the old girl very well. Good write

[Dr. Wood ?]

another gem neighbour, you go to places few other do and you always deliver the goods. Must be something in the water

[Chris]

THIS tasted ...pretty. Left a smile.

[Jimmy Yetts]

Though lovely of lyric, an almost matter-of-fact poetic account--and yet, so deeply touching.
The third stanza beautifully portrays the poet's love and respect for her typically wonderful mother.
A most gratifying read, Beccy!

[....................]

A poignant piece examining the ageing experience. I pictured my own mother in her final days while reading this piece. Thanks for sharing! - FT

[Beccy]

Thank you all for your kind reviews; this was of course about dear Mother Earth.

Beccy.

[ANTO]

"the weight of recalcitrant children" - a mothers job is never finished - this is a fine line Beccy

"much brighter suns than before" - I was wondering if this alluded to the fact that the sun hurts the eyes of the aged due to damage and wear and tear of them over years or if the fact that every day as they as wont to say 'is a bonus' and the sun would appear brighter as a consequence. Whatever the meaning I thought this was such poignant phrase.

"Yet still, her blood courses, blue veined" - this reminded me of stories of my gran who died before I was born - particularly one time she chased a big man who had kicked the family dog - apparently she was only 4ft in height but this big man (drunk) run for his life.

its wonderful writing Beccy.
:)