Saturday, October 26, 2013

"For My Mother" (2006)

As i scrawled in the Black Book: "She gives me so much. I write her bad poetry."

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FOR MY MOTHER.

If the world were a different place --
If I could have any thing -- I know
I'd want the wide sea in a silver bowl.
I'd want the moon on a golden chain,
And a glass of the scent of the grass when it rains.
I'd want a bowl of my mother's milk,
And a bottle of her tears --
I'd feed my mother apples and pears.
If the world were a different place,
I'd give my mother bread and wine.
I'd be a little vine
That twined around her waist
And bloomed in all the colors she loves best.
Oh, I'd have a bowl of my mother's milk,
And a bottle of her tears --
I'd want to soothe her skin with silk
And wash away her fears.
If the world were a different place
I'd reach into the deeps of space
And gather seven shining stars
And set them in my mother's hair --
I'd give my mother a crown of stars.
I'd give her a pearl for every year,
And a  rose for every day,
A yellow rose for every day
And a red rose on Sunday.

2 comments:

  1. I get to illustrate this plz.


    RK

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  2. Every time I read this, I cry. :)

    A crown of seven shining stars...I have been blessed indeed.

    (You, Emily, give me so much beauty, and eyes through which to see it!)

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