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I originally posted this 5 years ago. In observation of Mother's Day and my birthday, I wanted to bring it back to life again. Happy Mother's Day everyone. :-)
Linking with Imaginary Gardens for the Tuesday Platform. :-)
Time burns her memory like a building
on flame and my heart keeps re-entering to salvage what could be lost soft
cuddles pushes on the swing thoughts shared all return to view I cradle them
out of the wreckage with the tenderness of a mother yet fervor of an
explorer certain I will retrieve something new that had been once consumed by
time's tarnishing way
one vision at a time relinquished
like a photograph taken out from underneath the protective glass yet they
still fade tattered at the edges and dust in between reflecting the
weakness of my memory to capture every moment like a camera but I will carry on
with the recovery holding on to each one like a child's hand afraid of losing
them out in the open streets for I am the guardian and sole heir of them all
and I will carry them with me in homage.
I turned 47 this year; the age my
Mother was when she passed away. I never realized at that time how young
she truly was. She never saw us kids grow up, attended our graduations,
had the pleasure of participating in our weddings, or held her grandchildren in
her arms. Now I am very aware of the blessings that I have to see my
grown children, and have the opportunity to watch my grandchildren grow
up. When I look at myself in the mirror I do not see the many wrinkles,
or all the grey hairs, that seem to accumulate like dust on a picture frame. I see the reflection of my mother's smile, and
her heart that lives on in my life.