A Strong Woman – My Mother
Saturday, September 12, 2020
Sun-up, golden veins of a vertical wall shines
on to the terrace, tall.
So, what is going on this early morn.
A strong woman’s voice tells all.
This woman, my mother who cared for a family
Of six, and dogs, and cats,
Of all that surrounded her, she loved.
And we loved her, too.
Intimacy is an overturn, and when she spoke to me
Especially in prayer, I listened.
She spoke care, wisdom, love, and God.
She cannot speak, presently
So I speak for her.
Mother, you having meant the most
Sitting on the cottage porch…
In a small German town.
I remember the commissary, and
A pineapple you said I would not like.
I didn’t, you were right.
Your beauty shined forth in care
For your young, a five year old me, and
A little brother of three.
You gave, provided, all that was
Our daily bread, and a can of peas.
No mystery here, but my strong mother’s care
And her legacy shall not die upon my heart,
For I remember the intricacies, why?
Because I was your first born.
I knew you before the others,
I knew you as you read stories,
And shared your heart.
This meant the world to me.
That I was truly cared for.
An intimate gift from God.
Why, this was you mother dear,
You’re all I’ve cared for, and
All who I ever will, next to