In praise of the most fatal woman of my life. Celebrating her 85th Birthday March 6th 2008
Without her,
no me,
nor siblings,
no poems
nor silent curses
or happy laughter
filling the space
she cooped
cajoled and stole
out of life
for us
She is a colonizer
of empty spaces
her children
have brought
joy and laughter
to deserts
yearning for life
But also
a devastator
of lush gardens
through her offspring
and their aberration
from the line of life
she fostered
and taught
by precept
and order
A trillion acorns fall
a billion stars outflirt the sun,
quadrillion grains of wheat
and zillion grains of sand
support the universe
uncounted thistledowns
of dandelions sail away
and billions of sea-waves
lick our shores,
of everything
there is a number
or even an obese supply
exept of this
the most solitary
bringer of life
and fate
my mum
that singularity
is shared
by all of them
the many
have their worth
from being
the only one
through whom we are
in part, and
the ones we became
with or without
her blame
Hail Mary!
or Martha,
if thats her name,
all hail
to all of them!
It's Mother's day
each moment
a child knows
its starting point
in embracéd time
and looks back
and salutes
the gateway
to the road
best travelled
with her loving
whispers echoing
in the ear.
Poetry by Teddy Donobauer
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Written on 2008-03-09 at 02:37
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Mother
Without her,
no me,
nor siblings,
no poems
nor silent curses
or happy laughter
filling the space
she cooped
cajoled and stole
out of life
for us
She is a colonizer
of empty spaces
her children
have brought
joy and laughter
to deserts
yearning for life
But also
a devastator
of lush gardens
through her offspring
and their aberration
from the line of life
she fostered
and taught
by precept
and order
A trillion acorns fall
a billion stars outflirt the sun,
quadrillion grains of wheat
and zillion grains of sand
support the universe
uncounted thistledowns
of dandelions sail away
and billions of sea-waves
lick our shores,
of everything
there is a number
or even an obese supply
exept of this
the most solitary
bringer of life
and fate
my mum
that singularity
is shared
by all of them
the many
have their worth
from being
the only one
through whom we are
in part, and
the ones we became
with or without
her blame
Hail Mary!
or Martha,
if thats her name,
all hail
to all of them!
It's Mother's day
each moment
a child knows
its starting point
in embracéd time
and looks back
and salutes
the gateway
to the road
best travelled
with her loving
whispers echoing
in the ear.
Poetry by Teddy Donobauer
Read 795 times
Written on 2008-03-09 at 02:37
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