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Mother Horse Poems | Mother Poems About Horse
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My mother was twenty-seven when she had me.
I remember her rocking me
at any given moment.
During a thunderstorm or
in the middle of summer afternoon
and any time I was scared.
Many times she winked and told me,
"Mouse you always said it was a dark day
when it was really the night."
We both shared a good laugh.
Days ago, California held out her elongated hand
with treasures on her fingers for me to take home.
The chest became a door to her childhood,
filled with sketches of her youth--
her past for me to learn about her.
A variety of horse drawings were
arranged in order from 1957.
Forty years ago!
They had their own story to tell as well.
The mother with her young colt,
barely able to walk,
but ready to run.
The large amber horse galloping
with an eye on the audience,
"Do you know the beauty?
Do you know my freedom?"
Then, the medium sized stallion,
shiny and black,
looking back on the others.
Perhaps the father of the young colt,
awaiting for all to catch up with him.
In these drawings I find yesterday,
today and tomorrow.
Now, in my mother's green eyes,
I see her youth as drew these horses.
Her hand, a moving lily,
recording the winds of movement around her,
shifting with nature--
focusing oneness upon oneness.
July 19th 1997
Copyright © Chantelle Anne Cooke | Year Posted 2016