Gratitude

A breakthrough, what those moments can do for you.

So unexpected through the maze

and from the confines of her bed,

at last a pathway clears the haze.

Was it something that I said,

that made her stretch to touch my hand?

Her head leaned forward, not a word,

I heard her laughter as it broke.

Through all the smoke that fogs her mind,

the unkind battles she has fought.

I never thought once more I'd see,

my Mother's eyes smile back at me.

Reviews

[Fabian G. Franklin]

This is so beautiful. I can see and understand it clearly. It hit home on a personal level too as I remember my own mother's days of rare lucidity when she could find her way through the fog. It's like watching a flower bloom right in front of your eyes. So touching. F.

[Chris Shaw]

When the fog clears, what a joy that can be. Thank you Fabian for your thoughts.

Chris

[Patricia]

Oh this is so touching and something I relate to. Ok I can’t say more or I will cry. I love this!

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you dear Patricia for your lovely response. You are a gem.

Chris

[KAREN]

This is a beautiful poem. It's great when these times come when our mothers' memories are clear. I worry all the time, wondering when my mom won't have a clear memory. I try to enjoy my time with her to the fullest. I really enjoyed this read!

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you KAREN. I appreciate your response and your thoughts.

Chris

[KAREN]

You're welcome!

[KATHY SUE SILLS]

Chris, this is so beautiful! The breakthrough after the fog! What a joyous moment for the one remembering and the one witnessing it!

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you for your thoughts and for stopping by. You are appreciated.

Chris

[KATHY SUE SILLS]

My pleasure!

[knighngale]

oh wow, very ghostly, great honey, it's so morbid I donno what to do, :D LOL

[Chris Shaw]

Ha! Actually it was a very joyful occasion. A breakthrough after the fog. A moment to be treasured not mourned :)) Cheers for checking in.

Chris

[knighngale]

yes, love, lol you saw her, and that's a great treasure, dear :D

[Aluppi Jampur]

This is brilliant, Chris.
Very meaningful and perfectly captured.

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you Chrome. Pleased you stopped by.

Chris

[cheyenne s garcia]

I loved reading this. For I love my mother as well. Please read my work too.

[Chris Shaw]

Many thanks yous for your kind review. All good wishes.

Chris

[M. J. Smith]

Time is cruel, slowly stealing our lived ones a piece at a time.
When they live but they're not truly alive, that is the hardest. When they are there but not truly present. Mama is seventy now. Her mind forgets things so easily. She can forget in the middle of a task what she was doing. I worry. Are these normal age tricks? Or early signs of deeper trouble? Hope and heartbreak so well captured. Well done, Ma'am.

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you MJS. Old age is unkind. That I have
learned. Appreciate your thoughts here.

Chris

[JE Falcon]

Such a sweet poem, touching.

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you Falcon for your review and for stopping by.

Chris

[JE Falcon]

Always a pleasure, Chris.

[Sami Khalil]

From her very first touch till her last, it was of great meaning and blessings. The mother that swings the cradle can swing the whole world. Her tears are of pain and joy. A selfless heart she is and a giving hand she is. This poem is awesome to honor her and all mothers as a consequence.

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you Sami. You are a treasure much appreciated.

Chris

[Sami Khalil]

You too. You are welcome Chris.