Those days were always heated.. crisp white sheets beating against the wind and mama's sway blushing the cheeks of all those spying sun beams and beads of sweat.
The majesty of tangled hair wrapped tight in a faded red hankie the one that complimented the colour of her lips, after daddy put us to bed.
And the world that woman knew fit neatly in the basket strewn with yesterdays peach cobbler and tomorrows goodbye kisses.. the ones all children behave for, cause we know magic doesnt come from apron strings it came from those that tacked her heart up tightly to her breast.
Often i wanted longer days gazing at her brown skin, aging and fading ah, but my thrift knew that meant the candle would burn out sooner So i let the nights rest my mother knowing that her voice would break my dreams long before then hens laid my breakfast.
But, the labels on her sticky jam jars were washing away with each spring clean And filled each were after the harvests, but always left more tired looking than the seasons before. Just like my mama
I'll never tire of sunday mornings best of clean hands before supper of crisp white sheets beating against the wind And the way children behave when waiting for their mama's goodbye kisses.
Someday I'll fly, Someday I'll soar, Someday I'll be So damn much more Cause I'm bigger than my body Gives me credit for. ~John Mayer
Dawn I had chosen this verse as a favorite: And the world that woman knew fit neatly in the basket strewn with yesterdays peach cobbler and tomorrows goodbye kisses.. the ones all children behave for, cause we know magic doesnt come from apron strings it came from those that tacked her heart up tightly to her breast.
Then decided..I love it all~~
I would think you too young to have a mother as described here... but even if metaphorically..it is beautiful
p.s. I love the picture
Maureen: believe it or not, when i was a small child, my mother did make her own jam and pickles and various jarred vegies! we had a vegtable patch in our back yard..(and we did live in the city)..but we are from the south, and my mother did make peach cobbler, and we did go to church....but overall...the story is a metaphor! im so glad you like it!! cause as tacky as it sounds, i just about started crying reading to myself! (and thank you for liking my photo )
Terrina: im so glad you were "taken there", its a nice thought to be in
Cpat: LOL, me a storyteller? i bow down to you great one...*giggle*....thank you
Sunshine: you are very very welcome! so nice to have you here in this space, sharing my little dream.
(smiles) Awwwwwwwww, this beautiful poem brought tears to my eyes as it reminded me so much of my grandma and grandpa, sweet friend, they always love to harvest blackberries and raspberries and pumpkins out in the garden and every autumn we come to visit and they'd make the most delicious cobblers and I'd help hang clothes on the clothesline and memorize proverbs from grandma's beautiful china plates into my heart to cherish forever! (big angel hugs) God Bless You, sweet friend, this is a treasure, we all love you so much! You have such a beautiful heart, sweet Dawn, thank you for sharing!
May love and light always shine upon you!
Love, Noah Eaton
"You'll find something that's enough to keep you But if the bright lights don't receive you You should turn yourself around and come back home" MB20
Elapsing, Eclipsing, Evolving
Dawn, I loved this story, and am glad that your Mama (my Southern talk), did these things for you so that you would think of it to write about. This was beautiful and you had your readers right there. By the way, my Mom still makes jellies, jams, peach cobblers, etc. She doesn't hang clothes on the line anymore, but she used to.
(Oh, and I like the picture, too.) Ethel
Dawn, you paint such a beautiful image here...filled in with such shades of emotion. While reading so many warm memories of my own childhood began to stir up. i love when poems can evoke so well...Thank you ~C
In Your Poetic Mind
This is just a beautiful writing, so full of senses and memories. I love the "labels on the jam jars" image, and comparing it to her "fading". That is so creative and simply perfect in turning this scene into something tangible.
Way to go!