the happy smile of an older woman touches me fleetinglyas she embraces her grown daughterin the aisle of a supermarket - it’s mondayslowly i turn my gaze away.- it’s Mother’s day.
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your memory will never leave my heart
mothers, day, mum, memory
great work, so special
thank so much, Heinz. This text means a lot to me. It is so small and still touches me with all the impact of memories in contains.
Maya, have read your words again, so special, this came just now, triggered by your Mother’s day :
two years ago he was so young, so very young,now he is bald, except for 3, so very old, but bold enough to dare, to look
To my darling wife, Happy Birthday…My beautiful husband, Happy Anniversary…Merry Christmas, Dear…On our wedding day…
and then he blew his Pension on the lot,bought all the cards
‘Mr Parker, they are so nice,did you marry again?’
he did not say
© Heinz Ross, Gold Coast, Australia23 Jan 2009
Your poem is wonderfully complex, Heinz. – it kept me reading it again and again – I feel very honored!
Maya, thank you for saying so, but without your ’Mother’s day’, that would not have come. I guess that’s life, one triggers something in another, and it snowballs on and on.