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The Heart of Poverty

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The Heart of Poverty

Once upon a time, mother was gifted new life.
Reformed, reborn the second child to poverty, 
through the coldness of a Maine winter came beauty.
A fair Eve to her brothers Adam construction
her bloom was destined for a fresh spring being
and her eventual undoing awaits at death.

And, so she was born from the stark darkness of death
and raised on the undone leavings of old life.
Grandma brought bright sunlight with all of her being.
Granddad culled the forest deer to dress their poverty.
A thin walled lake cabin, a homes base construction
housed a family full of fine children’s beauty.

Field and forest with flower and tree were her beauty.
The doe, the buck, the rabbit bought life from their death.
The harshness of this life brought forth angry constructions,
razor strap beatings on small white behinds laced their lives.
Fishing, gardening canning and sewing relieved poverty
In time love came for her dancing into being

The Big One WWII brought my Dad to being
Auburn hair and chocolate eyed was Mom’s beauty
Her handmade clothes sewn with the art poverty
The war had brought them all too close to death
Lovers grasp at the gift they’re given, gifted life
and a new family of country and city was constructed.

Fifty years more , she was given, in this soul construction
tearful years of longing for a different being
with little joy at home, the family of this life
denying the world outside the walls the beauty
not even accepting the end of pain her death
Her gift to me, knowledge, I live not in poverty.

Mom died on a cold wet January day in poverty.
Her poverty was of money and not of love’s construction
at her tidy bed sitting with her hand in mine she died.
“Oh, I wish it were so, and then not, with all my being”
Not all of her treasures gone, for her children’s beauty
remains, their love had not left her throughout her life.

Though in reality Mom lived a short time in poverty being
but the construction of even that poorest plight was always beautiful.
And what is death really once through the pain but rich new life.

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  1. Date: 8/7/2010 2:30:00 AM
    I have been reading your Sestina to sign up for the Summertime contest and was so moved by the powerful sentiment of this beautiful expression of love. No life, with it's joy and sorrow can be described fully in words, but you've done your mother such an honor. This is beyond critique.

  1. Date: 6/1/2010 2:50:00 PM
    AH! the poet comes to terms with self ... as the message of a human condition ... despite intent, it is the interpretation that poets make that makes the reader sing hossanah

  1. Date: 5/21/2010 5:07:00 AM
    Congratulations on your win Deb in the contest "Mother" sponsored by A Rambling Poet. Love, Carol

  1. Date: 5/9/2010 4:42:00 PM
    Congratulations Debbie on your place in the contest. Agape, Moses

  1. Date: 5/8/2010 10:23:00 PM
    Congratulations Debbie. Loe, joyce

  1. Date: 5/8/2010 8:45:00 PM
    Congrats Debbie on your winning poem in the Mother contest with this "beauty" .. a great win to enjoy and Happy Mother's Day..luv.. Linda-Marie..

  1. Date: 5/8/2010 7:13:00 PM
    Congratualtions, Deborah, with second place , in my contest, Mother, with this beautiful poem, in a very difficult form. Well Done.

  1. Date: 5/5/2010 2:51:00 PM
    "with her hand in mine she died" you have captured Sestina, and I love your long writes. I actually really like this form now, and I am also, thinking of doing more poems. But truly, this was beautifully done, be proud, dear heart...

  1. Date: 5/5/2010 6:30:00 AM
    All due respect 'wise one', know your place. Karen O'Leary said that line was her favorite. Just because you don't like something doesn't mean it sucks. I happen to love the line as well and I'm keeping it.

  1. Date: 5/4/2010 2:07:00 PM
    Thanks for telling me about this poem, Deborah. I admire the way both of our sets of parents had to struggle. While we did not live in dire poverty when I was born, I heard many stories such as this one that made me appreciate everything we did have. And I admire the way your mother kept a positive outlook in the face of adversity. Very moving poem.

  1. Date: 5/4/2010 2:04:00 PM
    Awesome! what a beautiful tribute:) Hugs, Robin