Sunday, March 15, 2009

SUNDAY IS FOR POETRY: A Day in My Mother's Life


She sits on her bathing chair

Turns on the tap

Then dampens the cloth

With her sweetest soap


Savoring its scent

The lather slides over her natural markings

A tattoo artist couldn't capture


I wash her hair of silver

Massage her weary mind

The benign wash cloth soothing her back


While the rinse splashes over her

She smiles as if she'd prefer to linger longer

Instead she dresses into her pale blue gown

And crawls into bed.


Perhaps I'll make roast chicken later, she says.


**written by petra michelle**

http://whoseroleisitanyway.blogspot.com/

13 comments:

MuseSwings said...

I love this poem! I love the benign washcloth - it speaks volumes!

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i beati said...

How very very real and pure and the graphic perfect Sandy

Enzie at World Market Portraits said...

I like it a lot as well!

Levis said...

Nice to read the heart touching poems for mothers day on your blog. Great done.

I also visited this mothers day gifting site, it has very unique gifts for mother.

http://mothersday.indiangiftsportal.com/

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

Muse: Thank you for the fun award!
Will be posting it soon! :))

Sandy: Thank you so much! :))

Enzie: Vielen dank! :))

Levis: As my mother is 75 and has health issues, I try to celebrate every day as though it were Mother's Day. Thank you for your suggestion. I'll have a look! :))

Mama Zen said...

This is truly, truly lovely.

Janeen said...

Petra that is a lovely poem... just beautiful and tender.

And yes, Melody and I are sisters and I'm the YOUNGER one. hee hee (It's a joke with us) We had so much fun at her tea party.

BTW, others have been asking, so I'll share with you too that I did get my face shield at Sally's Beauty Supply store here in town, they are a chain so you can probably find one near you too. I remember it being inexpensive at the time too, like $8 or something. Saves my face from more acne than I need at 40 years old - geeesh, when is it going to stop! ha ha

Have a great day!

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

Mama Zen: Thank you! :))

Janeen: Acne? If you didn't mention, I'd never have known.
It's overshadowed by your beautiful smile and personality!
:))

PV said...

It's the quiet little poem that speaks loudly.

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

PV: Just another ordinary day in her life! Thank you! :))

Tea Time With Melody said...

Hello, thanks for stopping by. Janeen and I do love our teas but I think decorating our tables is more fun. It's like a two day event just for that...LOL She takes the best pictures too.

I do love this poem, very touching.

tipper said...

Oh Petra-it is just so full of love and tenderness. I feel as though I can see her sweet face.

Tammy said...

What a sweet poem. It reminds me of when I was taking care of my mother while she had cancer. We got really close during that time.