Still mothering me
Five days ago
would have been your birthday.
It’s been eight years …
But you still visit me often
keep me cool every summer
when I slip on the brown sundress
rescued from your closet
wrap your arms around me
every winter week
it’s the old magenta sweater’s turn.
Sometimes I catch glimpses of you in the mirror
as I hobble about on my cane
recovering from my own broken bone.
Two weeks ago I found
your white velcro-flap runners.
Now, like you, I can always
fasten my own shoes.
I’ve been wearing them
on my outside walks.
The other day taking the last tired steps
of my limping trek home
I’m sure I heard your voice:
“You be careful now.”
© 2017 by Violet Nesdoly (written April 15, 2014 – All rights reserved)
Prompt – Inspiration
Three years ago (March 2, 2014 to be exact) I took a short tumble on some stairs and broke my hip. That resulted in surgery and a whole lot of new experiences for me. I documented some of them in poems (which I’ll share over the next few days—new experiences are great poem fodder, by the way). This is one written at that time, chosen for today because April 10th was my mother’s birthday.
This April I’m celebrating National Poetry Month by posting some not-as-yet published poems from my files, along with what inspired them. If the prompt inspires you to write a poem of your own, you’re welcome to share it in comments. Whether you write or not, thanks so much for dropping by!
2 thoughts on “Still mothering me”
This poem tells a story of your connection with your mother. I love the last line, how you can still hear her voice. The picture is beautiful. I’ve never seen you face to face, but I see a resemblance in the two pictures.
Thanks so much, Margaret. It’s wonderful, isn’t it, when we get little reminders of our passed loved ones by surprise. I’d love to think I resemble my mom…