She wore an old and tattered dress
She’d had for many years
Her face was worn, the lines revealed
The traces of her tears.
Her hair was pulled back in a scarf
To guard it from the wind
For 20 years I think she’d had
The coat she bundled in.
And with each step, she firmly held
The hand of her small girl.
Before they left the house that day,
She saw to every curl
She’d neatly pressed the clothes they wore
And shoes were polished bright
No scuff marks had remained on them
And they were fastened tight.
Though it was many years ago
The picture’s in my mind
A better or more loving mother
I could never find.
May 26, 2012 at 11:12 am
Reblogged this on My Life Uncut…Almost and commented:
This poem is really combined memories of my mother through the years. I wrote it as though it was all when I was a small child, and really, that small child is still the one who is doing the remembering, if you know what I mean. :)
May 26, 2012 at 11:51 am
Oh, I know what you mean. This poem is full of feeling.
May 26, 2012 at 12:09 pm
Thanks Maggie. :)
May 26, 2012 at 12:06 pm
Loving and very sentimental memories….Diane
May 26, 2012 at 12:11 pm
I remember being embarrassed when I was a teenager and she’d show up at the school in her old clothes. Later I realized how very blessed I was to have a mother who proudly showed up, in spite of her old clothes. Thanks Diane.
June 1, 2012 at 11:00 pm
Loving daughter’s tribute to her loving mother…