Panagiota Romios Poet Rhyme

Irene My Mother and I

Irene....My Mother and I.

I cannot believe I am her daughter!
She always dressed in the very best taste.
Very little jewelry, conservative
dresses, no slacks, are you kidding?
A white-gloved perfect lady,she.

Hats she wore yes, exquisite ones.
Never a babushka on her coiffure.
Boots,too, my Mother loathed,
In those years, verily homely were they.
However,in platformed  heels, she was 
   true beauty in motion.
           
Panagiota, her daughter, the dreamer,
Thinks everyday day is Carnival in Rio!
And would wear a Samba outfit 
Right this day, if only she could!
Be a true Sambanista, bringing the joys
     of Brazil to your neighborhood.

Loves humongous earrings and necklaces.
People stare at her with strange faces.
And she is insane over shoes metallic.
With colorful gems upon them or
flowers, totally exotic.

Her dreams to be a Rockette, alas, if 
    only she could.
Quite the woman~ a legend in her own 
     mind!
Writing poetry, in an imaginary land
of her own making.

In her magenta robe, sparkling adornments 
    in her hair and gold MaryJane shoes, as dainty as flowers!
Writing her soul poems by the hours.
Cannot forget her paramours!

Listening to the music of Antonio Carlos
Jobim, total heaven!
Enjoying her freedom and ever so blessed!
A Princess~ ruling in a land all her own
      smiling with flowers.

Her hand, with the giant moonstone
ring from Peru,
Her passion for all things turquoise,
    jade or Santorini blue
Her head, never stuck in things practical.
Just flies in all directions,never pedantic.
Purely, romantic or totally magical.

Thus~ is her setting for writing poetry,
She cherishes your comments in this
    land of the free!
We roaming souls connecting by things so
    ecstatic~
This is so very joyous and totally 
     far from all things tragic.


Panagiota Romios
3/24/2019

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Caren Krutsinger March 25, 2019 at 5:08 AM Patti, this went straight to my FAV list. I loved every single part of it. Darling in every way! Each stanza more joyously happy than the one before. I am sad I did not see it until today! Panagiota Romios March 25, 2019 at 10:44 AM Hello, Caren. Thank you for putting this on your Fav's! I do consider that an honor, you have to know. I just recalled something Mom said. " I don't care what you do in your life, I just want you to be happy." She gave me space to be who I am, fully. This was a fun piece to do. ~Panagiota~

Charles Messina March 24, 2019 at 8:53 PM Panagiota, this is such a wonderful tribute to your mother. She was a beautiful woman I'm sure. Irene would be proud of you. I certainly am. Thank you for all your comments, I do read them all. I hope you have a lovely evening my dear friend. Love, Charlie Panagiota Romios March 25, 2019 at 10:53 AM Hi Charles, Thanks for letting me know you read my comments. Yes, Mom was beautiful and even better, loving to each human being who crossed her path. They all loved her! She wanted the best for everyone. And saw to that. Your friend, Panagiota

Panagiota Romios March 24, 2019 at 4:53 PM Jan, my Mom was always a standout by being magnificently herself. You are lucky to have writers in your lineage. Irene did not write poetry, she was poetry. I cannot even explain what I just said. She could create decorations that were spectacular. Her handwriting~ stunning. She went out of her way for all. And could have been an interior decorator! Thanks Jan. Panagiota.

Silent One March 24, 2019 at 2:27 PM Great poem... we are all differnet, yet the same.. Panagiota Romios March 24, 2019 at 2:31 PM Exactly..we all have our own beauty and virtues. Time the world loves more than hates. Thank you for taking time to comment. Commenters are the wind beneath people's wings Bless you.Panagiota Panagiota