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Mother I packed her things, memories carefully placed in boxes. She held me in her stare. The comfort of this house was gone. Wind scarred timbers, slanted roof and time weathered boards. I felt the weight of weariness that death of the past brings. My lashes gathered unshed tears. She held me in her stare. The changing of her years bought decrepit bones and disguised love. I can’t snare the wind, untangle birds from their nests, nor can I regain her youth. I offered to cry her tears. She held me in her stare. Wheels on the road, memories in the trunk, clouds slid past a broken sun. Remnants of a broken heart lay heavy in my chest. Her face never wore a smile. She held me in her stare. |
This Poem was Critiqued By: Claire H. Currier On Date: 2008-10-01 11:21:26
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 9.78571
The memories of our youth, a mother taking care of her family, the good and the bad that always went side by side, yet here you are at the end of yet another road, packing away the memories you held dear growing up. The home no longer the same as the heart of that home is now missing, perhaps never to return in this lifetime, yet.......you know in your heart that she is watching over you and that means alot in so many different ways. It is often sad to have to pack up and store or give away as some often do the many years of life shared between mother/daughter/mother/son, a friend, a father.....whatever the situation it is never easy to do. You have penned your feelings well, the words presented have indeed brought many images to my mind, and memories of my own from 92 years with my mom.....it does sadden me though that memories lay heavy in your heart for those lost smiles you never saw on her face.......thanks for posting this most difficult one......God Bless, Claire