MOTHER, ANNA B. GLASGOW

 

I look about and see her chair

Hair spray stained … but she’s not there.

The porch swing was her favorite place

Many hours she sat with grace

And drank the scene of nature’s hues

She not once said she had the blues.

 

I hear her in the breeze through leaves

The whispering wind … and my heart grieves

At time’s advantage health doth flee

Not for her …. but now for me ….

And she … not me …. has been set free.

 

Her smile, her laugh, some thoughts so wise

She’d give to me with sweet surprise.

Life and death a mystery deep ….

The wonder where … what ….why we weep

Yes. I love …. feel anger ….  joy …

There’s no difference girl or boy ….

 

The groaning deep within my heart

I say goodbye dear Mom in part ….

‘Cause fragments of your life will stay

To warm me, cradle through each day.

You’ve left your shoes for me to wear

Examples set from here to there.

 

God gave you prejudice then said

“Over here’s a softer bed ….

Come check tradition for its waste

And try acceptance … as you taste

Experience …. love ….  and tasks for you

Mirrored, yes, in nature’s hue.

The miracle of wasps, the birds and flower

Of life, it’s change, the hastening hour:

 

Yes, dear Mom, you’re gone from here.

We can no longer hold you near.

Would not wish it another way,

But forgive me for I weep today.

Memories washed with tears will change ….

They’ll soon just warm my heart and range …

Through highs and lows and laughter, too.

I’ll always miss my Mom … miss you.

 

Thank you God for choosing her to be our Mom.   She died June 3, 2005  This poem written shortly after she left.  Will she be back?  As of today, March 15, 2010, is she already here somewhere?