I remember you sitting outside in a wicker chair
I see you now in the lambswool covered chair
Sitting in the sun with your eyes closed,
Listening to the hymns I read.
You, in a pink sweatshirt, me in a yellow tee
We're one in thought.
God is our Life And we both reflect His love,
The sun's warm rays encourage us to stay outside
As a passing onlooker secretly snaps a picture.
After you passed on, she offers it as a memory of
A special moment.
What are you up to these days, Mama dearest?
Are you painting? Or writing? Or reading? I know you
Are enfolded in God's tender love and I rejoice you are Still His immortal expression. Fragments that bring back memories- a sweater you wore, a sketch you drew, your letters so revealing, showing you as a poet; I used to
think of you as an artist, a sculptor, so many talents.
There was nothing, I thought, you couldn't do.
Memories of the hard times faded away, I remember most your sweetness and resilience. You gave so much.
I think back now at how much love I had. Thank you.
About this poem
This is one of a few written about my mom in her last days. She lived in a nursing home and would love it when I took her outside to sit in the warm sunshine.
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Written on June 22, 1973
Submitted by veraheide on June 03, 2023
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Closest metre | Iambic heptameter |
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Words | 196 |
Stanzas | 1 |
Stanza Lengths | 17 |
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