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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart 
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Silent Utterances Though she never held the babe from birth, but only days into weeks into months after, still, a connection of the heart held them then, holds them now… the child always knew when the mother pained… She loved to claim her ESP, as mothers do, knowing things that mothers should never know, and she was going to live to be one hundred and fifty, to outlast that gosh-awful red furniture, inherited by the mere fact her own mother did not wish to want it any longer, so when the silent sigh escaped her lips as the upholstered red wearing wore thin, was a relief the child heard, though hundreds of miles away… She had grown to womanhood with a giving father who lost it all in illness; she realized the spoil of her gains, and did not bring that to her children… so her only claim to beauty was the bright red of lips, slicking brilliant against her pale countenance, but her eyes, her green eyes, were ever brilliant, so much so that between her eyes, and her lips, her face glowed, certainly and most especially, under his gaze… but the silent utterances between mother, and child, were never worn thin, nor masked by lips, red, nor spoiled by gifts of time, nor heard, by others… and come to the daughter, today, through touching wisps of fog in May, or childhood’s blue of sky, or the feel of aging skin under fingertips, as she recalls the way her mother’s felt at this age… the day of that call, an announcement of her mis-belief, from one who claimed the sky was green if she said so, that one hundred and fifty candles would never grace a cake, the push-pull of the joke-curt truth, left each silent, uttering unheard thoughts, pushing love through the phone cords faster than the speed of sound, as silent tears came from wells of forever love… the child always knew when the mother pained… what do you want me to do? Understand, Silent utterances. |
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Bridget Shenachie Senior Member
since 2002-01-23
Posts 1056Kansas USA |
Hi Karilea! The oxymoron of your title brought such a depth of feeling and meaning to this poem. This is such a beautiful expression of the loving empathy in the relationship of a mother and daughter. We never get past needing our mother's love and understanding. It is especially beautiful when we achieve the maturity to understand and appreciate the women that our mothers were. Thanks for sharing! Shenachie |
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Larry C
since 2001-09-10
Posts 10286United States |
Karilea, A bond never broken... A delightfully deep write. Relationships don't get better than this.  If tears could build a stairway and memories a lane, I'd walk right up to heaven and bring you home again. |
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Nan
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-05-20
Posts 21191Cape Cod Massachusetts USA |
This is wonderful, of course, Karilea... I'm going to pull a few lines from this piece as examples of figurative language, if I might... quote: These are but a few examples... Nicely done, I'd say...  [This message has been edited by Nan (02-02-2003 09:03 PM).] |
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defenestrate Junior Member
since 2003-01-10
Posts 46nc, us |
very nice. |
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