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If I Cry

If I cry
It must be the memory
Of a skirt unlifted by a gust
To still a boy's misery 
And wipe my eyes dry
Of tears
For the way time sears
Us like flowers
And reaped my mother 
Before I was ready to let her go.

If I cry
I cry for days she sheltered me
From a child's web of fallacy
And put her spittle on my knee
Where bruised flesh 
Was a boy's view of tragedy.
I would press my face
Against her dress
And feared no goliath
Or loneliness.

If I cry
I cry for evenings on the porch
When she gathered us
Our feet white with blowing dust
And hunger like a miner
Drilling us
We had so little to eat some days
But she with prayers picked fruits
Of heaven's mercy
And we thankful ate together
And heard her ancient anecdotes
Of ancestors' exploits that floats
Still upon a manhood sky.

If I cry
I cry that mothers' days are meaningless
When the sight of flowers
Are frail veils upon a grave
And the customized Christmas cards
Will not sparkle her eyes
Just before the kiss upon my cheek
Honoring me for faithfulness
And knowing her love measures more
More than a day
More than the years that sums earth's decay.

If I cry
I cry for the love of my mother
For the woman and life giver
For God to bring
Order to this unruly thing
That spoons our purpose to a cup
Swallow us
Before the dusk with each sup
Of time, diminishing us
I cry for faith to hold my trust
Against the agony of loss
Death is a demonic disgust
That makes me long
To substitute all tears for angels song.

If I cry
Preserved my hope with brine of eye
To live again
Without death or pain
And run with my mother
Through the clapping ovation of summer rain.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2009




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Date: 5/7/2009 11:15:00 AM
Thank you for sharing such a beautiful poem about your mother. -Alley
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Date: 5/7/2009 12:21:00 AM
this have to go to my favs,mothers how special they are,this really made me shed a tear---bravo,heartfelt,pure love from a son to his mother- exposed to the extent my friend---charma
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Date: 5/6/2009 11:50:00 PM
Beautiful kyrielle flavour here David.Rgds Brian & thanks for your welcome comments
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Date: 5/6/2009 9:52:00 AM
wow, this poem is so amazing. It reminds me of my own mother which i lost about 7 years ago. Thank you for writing this.
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Date: 5/6/2009 9:31:00 AM
This is one of the most beautiful writes Ive ever read, I dont want to pick it a part, it means to much to me in its entirety and I will save it to my favorites.
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Date: 5/6/2009 8:18:00 AM
This is an outstanding write...hunger drilling us like a miner...I am taking that line with me..LOL..you are a masterful poet and your love and fondness comes flying out in this piece...when I reincarnate, I want to write like this...blessings and respect brother.
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Date: 5/6/2009 7:55:00 AM
Overwhelmingly beautiful and sad. A tribute to an angel when here on earth, for that is what mothers like this are. I share your last verse, if I may, as I dream of my mother and the treasure that is/was her love. Tears of both joy and pain, life is so bittersweet. Outstanding poetry. Love, Shar
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Date: 5/6/2009 7:35:00 AM
David, Each verse perfectly pulls one's heart a little closer to you and to your deep feelings of love and loss for you mother. It is beautiful poetry. Sigh. Love, Dane
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