My eyes and heart are full of your presence
in colorful pastel landscapes and oil-
painted trees in and outside of window
panes and frames, and in your book of sketches
and poetry ready for your 99th
birthday. I wish you made 100.
I still reach for the telephone every
other day, still hear you rave about your
children and their children and your great
grandchildren. You speak from everything
you made, and every tree still waiting
for you to paint it and to bring it home.
Thank you for being here for us.
Thank you for showing me how to see.
Posted for Sherry's prompt "Elegy" at What's Going On.
and every tree still waiting
ReplyDeletefor you to paint it and to bring it home. - just so so beautiful ...
This is so moving, Susan. What a remarkable journey your mother made. I, too, love the line Rajani quotes.........and "Thank you for showing me how to see." No small gift.
ReplyDeleteI can soooo relate to this poem, Susan. Every word of yours is so full of love. Beautiful.
ReplyDeleteWhat a beautiful elegy to your mother, Susan. I know she is with you in the art she left behind and in all she spoke and did with her heart. Love the piece of art you shared!
ReplyDeleteThis is a beautiful elegy for your mother. You are lucky to have had this relationship in life. Truedessa
ReplyDeleteSuch a touching elegy and homage to your mother. I agree with Mary. Your mother lives in on her art. What a beautiful strong spirit and voice still resonates in her work.
ReplyDeleteWhat a lovely tribute to your Mother honouring her gifts and your close relationship with her....Rall
ReplyDeleteWonderful poem for your Mother. So powerful in every word.
ReplyDeleteSo beautiful. You've shared her with us, and I feel you've given me a bit of light in my long journey of grief.
ReplyDeleteA beautiful elegy, Susan. The reaching for the phone, the trees waiting for her paintbrush and you for her paintings of them, show the ever-present immediacy of grief, how she filled your world with joy and beauty, continues to do so in all that you "see." I wish she had made it to a 100 too for your sake. Peace to you, Susan, by God's grace.
ReplyDeleteSo warm... beautiful ❤️
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