Sunday Poem ~ Mother’s Day

Mother

Lola Ridge, 1873

Your love was like moonlight
turning harsh things to beauty,
so that little wry souls
reflecting each other obliquely
as in cracked mirrors . . .
beheld in your luminous spirit
their own reflection,
transfigured as in a shining stream,
and loved you for what they are not.

You are less an image in my mind
than a luster
I see you in gleams
pale as star-light on a gray wall . . .
evanescent as the reflection of a white swan
shimmering in broken water.

https://www.poets.org/poetsorg/poem/mother-1

Happy Mother’s Day!

Living Life to the Best of Your Possibility
‘One can judge a nation by the way it treats its most vulnerable’ ~ Aristotle
Victoria Kaloss

4 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. efy
    May 14, 2017 @ 20:10:53

    Always beautiful poems here…thank you Vikki

    Reply

  2. Victoria Kaloss
    May 14, 2017 @ 21:45:47

    Aw, thank you, efy!

    Reply

  3. patpaints43
    May 15, 2017 @ 15:27:09

    Softly beautiful…

    Reply

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