Today would have been my mother's 70th birthday - a fact which would amaze & confound her. I wanted to write something profound, but my muse is still on its summer hiatus. So I'm reposting a poem I wrote over a year ago - it was a response to a magpie prompt (a picture of garlic). It's one of the poems that makes me remember my mom in a visceral way - and it's about food, which was very important to our relationship - ha!
In My Mind's Eye
In my mind’s eye one final time
I taste the garlic and the lime
I watch the hands prepare the feast
And feel again that kitchen peace
I know again that you are fine
I close my eyes against their shine
Behind my lids I cross the line
The fine thin line with no surcease
In my mind’s eye
I hear you humming and the chime
I feel your heart in synch with mine
I beat back the grasp of the beast
With the intimacy of grease
You haven’t left and so we dine
In my mind’s eye
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That is a wonderful poem Dana. So full of emotion....makes me teary.
ReplyDeleteVery nice and sad.
ReplyDelete:)
ReplyDeleteI also associate garlic with my mom.
ReplyDeleteSometimes the most peaceful place to be is in your mind's eye. I hope it gives you solace to go there.
ReplyDeleteRudee said it best!
ReplyDeleteHow wonderful to dine with your mom in your mind's eye. I loved it.
ReplyDeleteAbsolutely beautiful! Well penned.
ReplyDeleteWistful and tender. Not overdone, really like it.
ReplyDeleteHow beautiful this is, and how much it touches on that which many find to be a familiar experience with their own mothers.
ReplyDeleteI watch the hands prepare the feast
And feel again that kitchen peace
And how interesting that a pic of garlic inspired this. We never know what will take us to that place.
I love this. It's been just a year since Mom went into the hospital - she actually went in Memorial Day weekend and died July 8. We don't ever forget, we just begin to remember in a new and often quite comforting way.
ReplyDeleteLove the poem.