When I look in the mirror,
I see your face.
When I eat biscuits,
I remember your design.
I see you in my red stripped kitchen towel,
carefully drying your favorite dish
I smell you in the aroma of Louisiana coffee,
waffling throughout the house.
In spring greens in botanic garden,
I feel your green thumb.
In snowy winter nights, I feel
your warm love blanketing me
In nightmarish day and night dreams,
Mom, its thoughts of you that calm my fears
Mom, I see the whole of you in my sons, daughter
Grandchildren, and even the unborn
Mom, I see your eyes in the stars; your smiling sun;
see you gently pruning each branch of your tree!
We sit underneath the canopy of your tree.
Almedia S. Knight (ASK)
May 9,2009
Almedia Knight Oliver
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/mom-accordingly-you-are-loved/
