Mom Accordingly, You Are Loved
When I look in the mirror,
I see your face.
When I eat biscuits,
I remember your design.
I see you in my red stripped kitchen towel,
carefully drying your favorite dish
I smell you in the aroma of coffee,
waffling throughout the house.
In the spring greens in botanic garden,
I can feel your green thumb.
In the snowy winter nights,
I feel your warm love blanketing me
In nightmarish day and night dreams,
Mom, its thoughts of you that calm my fears
Mom, I see the whole of you, in my sons, daughter
Grandchildren…even the unborn
Mom, I see your eyes in the stars; your smile in the sun;
see you gently pruning each branch of your tree…
Dearest Mom, you are very much alive.
Almedia S. Knight (ASK)
May 9,2009
poem by Almedia Knight Oliver
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