In Remembrance of Mother, a poem



She picked poppies
In the morning light
The sounds of songbirds
Thrilled her heart
She felt at home
In the freshness
Of the quiet hours
Where others slept
Snug in their beds
And unaware.
She could smell
The scent of grasses
Trees and flowering blooms
She could spy
Petals dipped in silvery dew.
Crickets chirped along her passage
And she stared at the long expanse of blue sky
Streaked with persimmon clouds
She could see the long reach
Of the river below
Its winding paths –
For all the beauty she has known.
She stoops and picks another flower
To add to mother’s bouquet
For poppies were her favorite
It shall stand on the dining room table
As it has all these years –
A testament to her love of beauty.
Her heart cries…
Mother, oh mother – how I miss you so!
But she tries to hold on to her smile
It has already been ten years
Since she has been gone
But her absence
Is always felt
In every breath, in every movement
And in this small way,
She keeps her memory alive.

© Sumyanna 2016


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5 Comments Add yours

  1. This is an extremely touching poem, Sumyanna. It is sad but really gorgeous!

    Liked by 1 person

  2. leigha66 says:

    This is a lovely tribute to your mom! Beautiful!

    Liked by 1 person

    1. Sumyanna says:

      Thank you Leigha 🙂 It was written for an image last mother’s day. It was of a beautiful woman surrounded by poppies in a field. I could not help but weave a tale around the image.


      1. leigha66 says:

        You’re welcome

        Liked by 1 person

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