Mother speaks to me of love
A poem
Today the mother spoke to me Of what it means to love She spoke to me so kindly As I sat high above
Her world of grass and flowers Seeing the fresh-faced joy And the passing by of hours In the smile of a little boy
Chasing his young sister Who ran away and laughed I heard the mother whisper Of love in moments soft
Like these. A simple fragment, A shard of time forgotten: Hot sun, a lake, stagnant Dropped peach, rotten
Pungent. There’s a buzzing fly Too hot to move, I sit. And in my mind’s eye I see, I smell, I feel it
Today, she says, that love is here Mirrored in his smile, at last That softest, forgotten moment near Brought back from summers past
The mother’s words are gentle As she shows me my love scenes No consequence, just sentimental These vignettes and dreams
Hold all you need to feel As you walk along your path Just stop and see what’s real Like that little girl’s soft laugh.
