MOTHER
Lola Ridge, 1873
Your love was like moonlight
turning harsh things to beauty,
so that little wry souls
reflecting each other obliquely
as in cracked mirrors . . .
beheld in your luminous spirit
their own reflection,
transfigured as in a shining stream,
and loved you for what they are not.
You are less an image in my mind
than a luster
I see you in gleams
pale as star-light on a gray wall . . .
evanescent as the reflection of a white swan
shimmering in broken water.
reflecting each other obliquely
as in cracked mirrors . . .
beheld in your luminous spirit
their own reflection,
transfigured as in a shining stream,
and loved you for what they are not.
You are less an image in my mind
than a luster
I see you in gleams
pale as star-light on a gray wall . . .
evanescent as the reflection of a white swan
shimmering in broken water.
Mother Is Gone, Hank Williams Sr.
My Mother's Eyes, George Jessel
Mama, Connie Francis
I Remember Mama, Film Trailer
2 comments:
Have a wonderful day Petra! I realize you don't have children but considering you've helped raise your niece, am wishing you a:
Happy Mother's Day!
Love, K. :)
Your mother was so beautiful. How old was she in this photo?
And such a beautiful poem.
Lovely poem, Petra! And what a beautiful photo of your mother.
Enjoyed the clips!
Have a beautiful Sunday, dear friend!
Happy Mother's Day!
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