Mother’s day

the happy smile
of an older woman
touches me fleetingly
as she embraces
her grown daughter
in the aisle of a supermarket
- it’s monday
slowly i turn my gaze away.
- it’s Mother’s day.

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your memory will never leave my heart

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mothers, day, mum, memory

Comments

  • Heinz
    Heinzalmost 6 years ago

    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.

    – MayaStorm

  • Heinz
    Heinzover 5 years ago

    Maya, have read your words again, so special, this came just now, triggered by your Mother’s day :

    Pension 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, Australia
    23 Jan 2009

  • Your poem is wonderfully complex, Heinz. – it kept me reading it again and again – I feel very honored!

    – MayaStorm

  • Heinz
    Heinzover 5 years ago

    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.

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