Friday, February 13, 2009

One Single Impression: (spectral) A Mother's Love

Delicate fingers surrounding cup
Graceful hands always
Small, soft and young
I feel those hands now
in the gentle breeze on my cheek
reassuring me she's there
A smile, a soft laugh
Eyes that danced
I see her in my children's faces
hear her in their laughter
reassuring me she's there
A grandmother’s kiss
A mother’s love
Another sip of tea


kitehorse said...

isn't tea itself a sort of specter of the sunshine of years past ~ your verse is enticing

SandyCarlson said...

So true to the heart. Often I look at my daughter and see my grandmother. I wonder if she knows whom she inherits.

TJ said...

Ejoyed your writing.

Sweet Talking Guy.. said...

Love the way this ends on 'another sip of tea'

Deborah Godin said...

You've described a real treasure, and very beautifully!

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Tumblewords: said...

Special words, full of love. Very nice!

Quiet Paths said...

Oh this is so beautiful. The descriptive phrases are so perfect, down to the sip of tea. A gem.

floreta said...

i can just imagine this memory sipping tea.

spacedlaw said...

A lovely tribute.