The Music of Love Writer

Mother's Day is here again, Happy Mother's Day to all who are mothers or take the role of being a mother. Celebrate your special love. Now that my children have grown, my mother role has changed, but I still see my children being my forever babies. I still worry about them as much as I did when they were small and my love has only increased for them as I've grown older. Time does trick you as a mother, when you're raising your children some days you just can't wait for them to grow up. Once your children are grown you wonder where the time has gone. My mother's no longer here but I still miss her every day. Show your mother love today because tomorrow's never promised.

 This is a poem I wrote in remembrance of my mother.

My Mother's Image in the Mirror

 In a mirror I view two images, my mothers and my own.

Each seems to blur into one as I grow closer to the age when I lost her.

Is it because of my need to never forget her face that I view her in me?

Is it because I reach out still longing to touch her gentle passive face?

I view my mother in the mirror when I rise and before I slumber.

I rise to say hello, offer a smile, share a comedic word or two.

At slumber I chastise her over past mistakes or agree with her words of wisdom.

I mention I often reach for the phone to call her before I suddenly remember.

My mother in the mirror stares back at me with a solemn expression.

I view her silent words of regret, her agony and her tortured love.

I view her anguish towards her daughter's or her grandchildren's remorse.

I view her torment towards years that vanished by her so quickly.

When I view my mother in the mirror I also see an understanding.

I smirk realizing she's now laughing at my own mistakes.

I grin knowing her word, "payback," can finally be defined.

I beam knowing she'd say I lived my life so right.

I see my mother in the mirror though my image stands in front.

Her image will always be viewed through my eyes, forever etched in my heart.

One day I can only imagine what my own children will view.

Will my image have an imprint on them as much as my mother has had on me?

The End