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November 20, 2016September 2, 2017

Drought Parched Land

You wait beneath
drought parched land
he stiffens
as bent curved tree
detail memory fades
once sharp pinpoint light
emanated by moonbeams
he sees my feet as yours
your face I see in a mirror
the years bring you close
as you wait

This was posted for Jamie Dede’s Wed Prompt at https://jamiededes.com/2016/11/16/for-mrs-whitman-a-poem. I am not sure if my piece hits the mark of her prompt as she talks about the writing of a fond memory and juxtaposition. For me that happened recently when I visited dad and even with dementia he saw the likeness between my feet and mom’s (now passed away) and was touched. Even with my aging I find mother in my features, especially my eyes and expressions, and know that youth is always there. If you would like to participate in her Wed prompt and look for them weekly please pay her a visit and enter your poem in Linky.

Image Taken From Morgue File & Digitized by Myself

wait-for-him

August 30, 2013August 30, 2013

‘We Pick Our Battles’

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sleepless nights
were in the making
for you but
so were dreams lost
in a twist
of corded fate

fevers ran high
with slips of wet hair
plastered
to your face
against a damp pillow
caressing
even in the storm

i look at you now
‘challenging’
each day as a wall
of obstacles
to overcome
rock climbing easy
in comparison

a shine in your eyes
like jewels centered
in chocolate-brown orbs
‘we pick our battles’
you always say
so casual
in a way

it captures my heart
melts me
into a languid pool
i see you struggle
as night falls
a starless black
moonless sea

every day you continue
to show me how
teach me the way
to love me
into being alive

for how could i
not resist
the tilt
of your head
your nose
like no other &
laughter singing
in my ears

as does the sound
of how you call me
‘mama’ smiling
even now when
you have children
of your own

I have two very strong, determined daughters who give back to me every day they are here. My oldest continues to merit my admiration as she battles Lupus on her terms and will not let it dictate who she is.