Sunday, May 13, 2012

Mothers' Day

I wrote this for my girlfriend who lost her mother very young. Every year as my family plans what to do for Mother's Day, I also think of her, who lay a wreath instead. It always seems to put the importance of the day, as well as every other I am blessed to have, into perspective.

I lay presents,
She lay wreaths.
I curse, take for granted and
She wishes she still could.
I tell myself there's always time
Without imagining there's not.
But I can see the truth in her:
Green eyes reflecting grass
Grown over memories.

6 comments:

  1. Yes. Perspective is gained with lots of tears shed. I wish it were the other way around. I wish we could miss as much, what isn't gone. But we are only human after all. Lovely tribute Ben, to your girlfriend and the mother she misses so much.

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    1. Thank you, Annie. I hand wrote her a copy of it.

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  2. "I tell myself there's always time
    Without imagining there's not."

    Dang, man. I'm guilty of this.

    Good on you for this poem, really.

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  3. I'd like to send this to a lot of people who don't appreciate their mothers and the time they have with them.

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