Mother

by silvershoes   Jul 8, 2014


"I don't want to see you miss the chance to be young," she says,
and I hear the mistakes she's made in a cracking voice.
Her mind wanders through frozen lands, made beautiful by time,
frosted, hazy memories, more dream than real,
but who's to say which is true?
I'm already there, mother, in the confines of what used to be,
and the hopes I had once have shrunken down to intangible things.
I'm more lost than I've ever been as wrinkles form from frowning too much,
and laughing too hard.
Yesterday I was on the playground, spinning in a tireswing as you fell in love
with me -- your little girl.
Now I'm standing at a crossroad, faced with growing up or getting lost in what was; what could have been.
Mother, I know what you want me to do, but I don't know if I can.

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  • 8 years ago

    by Ben Pickard

    This piece moved me, thoroughly. I have children of my own and the end left a lump in my throat! Beautifully written, too.
    All the very best,
    Ben

  • 8 years ago

    by Meena Krish

    A mother and daughter bond so movingly expressed with all the emotions attached to it. Two lives thinking and saying much without saying in just their actions and tears...a lovely piece.

  • 9 years ago

    by Cheeseburger

    I think this is a great poem and reminds me of how quickly life is going by with my daughter. It shows me what she'll one day probably think, and experience, and makes me hope I'll be there for her!

  • 9 years ago

    by Em

    Wow, this is very good piece. Written beautifully. 5/5

  • 9 years ago

    by Sunshine

    Wow Jane..that is so touchy.
    Being someone who is influenced by mothers and my own mom precisely, this has spoke to me on many different levels.

    Well writttten...well written

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