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i am sure i am too tired to write this. but, as some of my readers know, i push on. it's just that. who knows what will happen tomorrow? and on mother's day i was being rudely manhandled by the world at large. i had planned, while plying my trade on the boardwalk to post this on mothers day.
it may outrage you or you may find it interesting.
so here it is for what it is worth. and i know my brother will vilify me. the sins of the father are visited upon the sons.
mother's day 2007, written in the broad light of day on the venice beach boarwalk.
i had a mother her name was sin
she said " boy, you'll never win."
"you'll trade your children's mother
for the love of another
and that other's name is gin.
and my mother was a vision
of perfect love and loveliness
i lived for her and her caress.
her hair was a buttercup
her eyes a meadow green
and when she washed the dishes
how heavenly she'd sing.
when on the battlefield of 'HAUT CUISINE',
the kitchen seemed a harried scene
sometimes she seemed to me real mean.
when i'd just stand with dreamy stare
"oh, darling boy, you know i care,
but damn!", she'd say, " get out of my hair."
and then i painted the mother and child in a past post.
and she was right about everything.
dear brother Scott,Who could or would ever vilify you for writing this moving, intimate, touching and very personal poem aqbout your mother? (my question is rhetorical, for I cannot imagine anyone with any sense of understanding or sensitivity doing so).Your words here are part self-revelatory (maybe) but in the main are a hymnal to your mother and a time when some things were understood and did not require complex answers, hedged with 'however'.. 'but'… and countless other qualified responses with 'caveat emptor' endings.And I know what you mean when you say "and she was right about everything." because there are some things, some truths that are universal and constant and a mother's words take their place among these.Thank you so very much for this post… your soul is lifted and I infer it is 'lighter' now (Amen).Love & respect dear bro,Loku :up:
confusingly beautiful!h
I love it. It's laugh out loud funny, but also deep and quite reflective for a young man to notice the good and bad side of his mother. But still throughout the entire poem…the poem is dancing, it's singing with a child's playful spirit. You are too talented for descriptive words! I lack the vocab! :heart:
I would say that is a perfect poem! :heart:
I may be misinterpreting your words, Scott. But I see before me a much loved mother who with her words involuntarily makes self-fulfilling prophecies.Am I right?Whether I´m right or not, it´s a great poem filled with emotion. So it will not outrage me one bit. It seems very human to me.
thanks allan for taking the time to comment.you have to imagine me in the blistering sun making this up to while away the time.your assessment is right. she was almost a seer. you haven't misinterpreted.
thanks hitesha for the comment anyway. i do sometimes have a penchant for ambiguity.thank you lokutus for checking in with your supportive way with words.sarah, i am delighted by your appreciation. thanks for that comment.cheryl, you also are helping me spiritually. thanks again.
i always love your comments kim. it is too bad your mother going while you were so young. that must have been hard.
i an relate to this poem of yours scott, and as all the rest have said, it is quite inspirational & thoughtful, sad & cheery all in one. excellently written as well. will someday have to post the one i wrote to my mother (who has been deceased since i was 6)
one of these days, i will post what happened afterwards…not too good of a story though….and ty. i'm glad that you like my comments.u keep writing here, and i will keep coming back and reading and commenting.