Just a few poems I've written over the years celebrating motherhood.

The Blind is not about my mother, just a perspective on a mother's love, sacrifice.  I am blessed that I still have my mother on the other end of a phone line fairly frequently and see her occasionally, admittedly, much less than I would like.

Others are based on my love, appreciation and respect for my wife, the mother of my son and my stepson.  As far as moms go, I might be biased, but she's as good as moms come.  Our kids have been blessed to have her.

Well, here goes...

Enjoy, and thanks again to those who call yourselves mothers, and those who don't but practice the daily ritual of being that motherly hero to kids compromised by a compromised world.

The Blind

Sunrise ribbons of red and gold
bring back memories of days of old.

Silently waiting in our little blind,
it’s funny to think, she never did mind.

We watched the bucks line the field
as does danced but would not yield.

Oh sweet the seasons of those years passed;
I wish I could still hear her muzzle blast.

These days I hunt our blind alone,
my mother’s touch no longer known.

I smile to myself in our little blind;
I swallow hard, she never did mind.

Proud Provider

Osh-Kosh overalls
threadbare worn
press on to the bank
this summer morn.

With bologna in hand
I set the snare.
There must be zillions
of crawdads in there!

Won’t mom be excited?
Won’t she delight
to see what she’ll
be cooking tonight?

This Gift I Cannot Give

That bright afternoon
you entered my life,
eyes brimming with anticipation,
while sunlight sat upon
the rose of your cheeks.

So many years have never felt
like such fleeting moments
racing through my mind,
unchecked by regret,
simply memories
of this glorious life worth living.

I have so many memories,
thoughts, precious moments,
tucked quietly away
among things cherished
at the center of my being.

Gilded spirit
never blessed so much
as the early morning
we rose together.

Sunlight again danced
upon the rose of your cheeks,
highlighting tender lips whispering to me,
“I’m ready.”

Never shall I forget
how the dew glistened in the yard
as we walked down the drive
in the mist of morning light,
and how beautifully poised you were
as we sped off.

Your eyes teamed with excitement
dancing between light and shadows.
Fear and joy both vying for the lead
always courting fear of the unknown.

Yet, in this panic-laden moment that
envelops all of my erratic thoughts,
where your body languishes between
Heaven and Hell, not  mine,
your thoughts remain always at peace
within the refuge of our secret paradise.

Sweat augered its course from my brow
to mix with sweet tears and the joyous
and overwhelming loss of breath
which marked the moment that
you gave me the greatest gift of all.

The gift of life ever after manifested
in the eyes and cries of my son.
Love to live on in divine union
beyond the span of our own lives.
Two hearts united in the breast of one.

This gift I can never give haunts me.
You are the mother of my child,
my love, my wife.

The Gifts of a Mother

The grace of a mother,
infinitely profound.
Warmth and security
will always surround.

The arms of a mother,
cradled from cold.
Softest of hands
in strife to hold.

The eyes of a mother,
behold the beauty,
of unconditional love
and endless duty.

The mind of a mother,
purest in thought.
Forsaking all others,
for you she has fought.

The heart of a mother,
no hint of helplessness.
Transcends all time
with endless selflessness.

The soul of a mother,
strength to endure.
Stable ground,
her path is pure.

The smile of a mother,
perfection of love.
Fleeting miracles
sent from above.

The love of a mother,
unyielding guide.
Regardless of storm
or height of tide.

All Works Copyright © 2008 Kevin V. Reese

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