Thursday, December 11, 2008

Between

On the back of the rocking

chair hangs her shabby


sweater and I remember

how she
would slip little

notes in the
stretched and

over- used
pockets. Under

her eyes
the dark half moons,

eyes
never smiling only the

tired
willingness. She had a


habit
of sucking on her bottom

lip
as if she were trying to draw

in strength. Every life has its

theme and hers was stamped

with reliable. I can feel the


yellowed note beneath my

fingertips. The paper crackles

as the words slip and dance

over my tongue;


Courage to change


is found

in the quiet,

between

one moment sliding

into the next.


I wonder why she never told me

as my grief pours through old scars.


10 comments:

June said...

A poignant snapshot of your mother...and I love the quote. Did you compose it?

White Rose said...

Hey June, Yeah I did! Actually the quote popped into my head first and the poem worked itself around it.

Cynthia said...

Quietly powerful. I found a note
once in my Mom's purse, a little
homily and wondered too why she
never shared this message.
Thanks for this poem Blanca.

Vijay Kumar Sappatti said...

Dear madam,

i came first time to your blog , i liked all your posts and specially your poems.



Please visit my blog : http://poemsofvijay.blogspot.com/

Regards

Vijay
Hyderabad
India

Jackie said...

This is a beautifully composed poem that lifts the quiet subtle grief from your heart so slowly you barely notice. There's a song by Mindy Smith entitled "One Moment More" about this very subject. While it might bring tears, it's so perfect - it would fit wonderfully with this one!

Jackie

petra michelle; Whose role is it anyway? said...

"Every life has its theme and hers was stamped with reliable." A lovely line!

petra michelle; Whose role is it anyway? said...

Shell, wanted to thank you for your
lovely comment on "A Pocket Full of Miracles." I hope you enjoy
"Those were the days" and are having a wonderful weekend!

White Rose said...

I wanted to thank everyone for leaving comments. I promise to make some rounds to your blogs soon. It's a bit hectic right now. I hope everyone is enjoying the holidays!

Every Photo Tells A Story said...

I like this "Courage to change

is found

in the quiet,

between

one moment sliding

into the next."

Every Photo Tells A Story said...

I like this "Courage to change

is found

in the quiet,

between

one moment sliding

into the next."