This poem is featured in the “Family Poems” ebook by Adan & Sheila Lerma, a collection of over one hundred original poems.
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“Family Poems”
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if the words endure, they do so because they link the links –
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“mom” – mother’s day week of original poetry
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at the time this was written, there was a wave of sentiment, that said we should see our parents as people also, like us, with their share dreams and problems, worries and hopes
i believe, initially, the impulse was a good one, a desire in the air to make us younger folk more aware, more considerate, of these older ones that’d raised us 😉
then there seemed a morphing where the thought was, we should make some sort of “break” with our parents, as parents, and, more spiritually and maturely, see them as, well, just people – souls passing through with their own karmas and challenges and goals
like ourselves 😉
well, i think that only works with extreme effort, unnecessary effort at best
as i’ve mentioned in an earlier poem posted this week for my mother’s day week of poems, “my mom is an angel,” i think if anything, our relationship with our parents is even deeper than i may have thought
this poem deals partially with that aborted issue 😉
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Mom
When I was filthy with what I thought was
God’s own powder
you bathed the dirt off me.
When I was so hungry I smacked my lips and
swung my legs while squeezing my hands
together, you cooked for me.
When, that first scary week in first grade,
I walked home with a limp because of an
“accident,” you had the clean clothes and
a smile ready.
When I lay in my bed, so hot with fever the room
spun and my eyes felt they floated above me,
you cooled me with the
touch of your hand on my head and
the soft-soft hush of your voice.
And when I try to see you now, distinct
from all this, separate, almost a stranger,
one adult among many, the sight of you
that way, lasts but a second….
My mind’s eye clicks its eyelid shutters and
the woman who bathed me, fed me, clothed me
is once again warmly in my view.
And I, in yours.
© 1994-2011 adam light creations / adan lerma
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so tomorrow is mother’s day
and tomorrow i post two poems, “mother’s day” and “a daughter’s mother” (written by my wife sheila for her mom back in the 90’s)
tomorrow, we also go to houston and see my mom, and see what she would like to do 😉
namaste – con dios – god be with you
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