Thread: Soundless Whispers

I went to visit Mom for Mother's Day,
as I always will.
Sitting cross-legged,
I rambled on like a fool,
telling tales, seeking advice;
conventional conversation.

Her voice did not hitch
a ride on a sound wave
to reply,
yet still I heard her clearly,
not with my ears,
but with my heart.

Uncurling cracking knees,
I rose, and from the vase,
removed ravaged remnants
of my last visit.
I disposed of blooms
as dry as their distant
and more fortunate cousins
pressed in some tome.
I'd already learned
too much water
led to stagnation.

Once the fresh bouquet
was pleasingly arranged,
I cracked the cap
of bottled life
sharing its contents
with thirsty stems.

A palm carrying my kiss
caressed the plaque
adorned by her name,
(alongside Daddy's)
as the first tear freed itself
from the brimming pool
that was my right eye.

Quickly spinning
on a reluctant heel,
I took on
the seemingly endless trudge
to the lonely road,
as a deluge to equal
the wrath of a category five
broke free,
drenching me in saline.

Through blurred eyes,
I finally spied the gate
encircling the verdant
greenery bedecked field
where Mother Nature
reclaims her children.

With the storm spent,
a final emaciated droplet
sought to give in to gravity,
but lost steam mid-cheek.
As I inhaled deeply
of grass scented air,
a soothing whisper
nestled my soul,
"Best to soak that collar, Lisa,
your mascara
has muddied the waters."

At that moment,
my lips found the courage
to loosen up in a stretch,
for I knew
she was still with me.
Blowing a buss into warm wind,
I whispered back,
"See you soon, Ma."

This is a very beautiful tribute to your mom, Lisa. So full of love and yearning. It's quite heartbreaking at the same time, and has got me very teary right now. Bless you.

yep, got me all teary this morning! Very nice write, and makes me get choked up just knowing that my mom, at 82, won't be around many more years. I am glad the ending held the promise of a smile - knowing she was still close...

Enjoyed, and a wonderful tribute...

MsL

Originally Posted by ChestersDaughter

I went to visit Mom for Mother's Day,
as I always will.
Sitting cross-legged,
I rambled on like a fool,
telling tales, seeking advice;
conventional conversation.

Her voice did not hitch a ride
on a sound wave to reply,
yet still I heard her clearly,
not with my ears,
but with my heart.

Uncurling cracking knees,
I rose, and from the vase,
removed ravaged remnants
of my last visit.
I disposed of blooms
as dry as their distant
and more fortunate cousins
pressed in some tome.
I'd already learned
too much water
led to stagnation.

Once the fresh bouquet
was pleasingly arranged,
I cracked the cap
of bottled life
sharing its contents
with thirsty stems.

A palm carrying my kiss
caressed the plaque
that bears her name,
(alongside Daddy's)
as the first tear freed itself
from the brimming pool
that was my right eye.

Quickly spinning
on a reluctant heel,
I took on
the seemingly endless trudge
to the lonely road,
as a deluge to equal
the wrath of a category five
broke free,
drenching me in saline.

Through blurred eyes,
I finally spied the gate
encircling the verdant
greenery bedecked field
where Mother Nature
reclaims her children.

With the storm spent,
a final emaciated droplet
sought to give in to gravity,
but lost steam mid-cheek.
As I inhaled deeply
of grass scented air,
a soothing whisper
nestled my soul,
"Best to soak that collar, Lisa,
your mascara
has muddied the waters."

At that moment,
my lips found the courage
to loosen up in a stretch,
for I knew
she was still with me.
Blowing a buss into warm wind,
I whispered back,
"See you soon, Ma."

Darlin I do like the way you write ! It is casual , encompassing, and warm. It is a generous, and gracious hostess to its guests. Might i suggest one thing if you don't mind ?

Bu placing hitch as the last word in this line

Her voice did not hitch a ride
on a sound wave to reply,

like such

"Her voice did not hitch
a ride on a sound wave to reply,"

You actually create some very wonderful dual meanings that coincide with other lines in your poem as well as the over all emotional content.

This is so very lovely Darlin. Much enjoyed

This piece was based upon last year's Mother's Day visit. This year, I did much better which reinforces the concept that time does heal.

Dear Cindy, That blessing meant more than you could ever know. I'm sorry for making you teary but ever so happy you walked with me. Makes the journey far more tolerable.


Dear MsL, In the selfishness of venting, I did not realize I would make others ponder such loss, I apologize. If it's any consolation, memories are yours to keep and do help heaps in sustaining you and the smiles still come, surely at their behest. I'm sure Mom is proud both you and Cindy deemed it a befitting tribute. Thanks for sharing your thoughts me with.


Dear Maggie. Nothing escapes that keen mind of yours, those veiled things usually go unnoticed. Thank you for your glowing words, warm is an alien term to me, I usually write very dark and disturbing pieces which get a much different reaction. You made me feel like floating. I love and will be using your suggestion for hitch, a lovely duality I didn't grasp myself. I'll be moving to reply to a line of its own to keep that line from being too long. Truly appreciate your valuable assistance and am glad you enjoyed.


Thank you, my angels, the warmth of your replies gave me the strength to make this year's Mom's Day journey much easier to handle. Bless you all.


Warmest,
Lisa