Poem - To My Mother by Jessica Macintyre

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Jessica Macintyre

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- The Mistake
- To My Mother

To My Mother
by Jessica Macintyre

When I was young and foolish, I tripped and scraped my knee
And you came;
To caress anguish with fairy fingers, and heal like a rush of warm wave
Upon a rippled shore,
Erasing lines that shouldn't be
Because we know, they stumble that run fast.

When I came home with hurtful tears that stung like wicked wasps
You enfolded me;
Your arms a palpable wall, defending against diminutive denial
Which sought my disgrace,
And soon my river ran as a desert,
Dry, deep, dead.

When I laughed and bounced with joy, grace of heaven's bountiful cherubin
You beamed;
You mimicked Apollo's golden orb, illuminating my life with radiance,
A brilliance beyond the rays of true sun,
Warming through to my heart,
Releasing my profound soul, for darkness never made weary light.

When the icy scythe of death dripped my kitten's crimson life
You understood;
You flew as a dove, bearing your flaccid olive,
Standing equivocator between my and the deity,
And brought a realization that a passing is peaceful and natural,
That death is to be neither feared nor loathed.

When I lost myself in a sombre, miasmic haze of midnight onyx
You were my beacon;
A guide which seared through the dim depths of dark disposition
Catching my elusive self in a glorious twinkling
Of stars and potentials and dreams,
Which all girls should have and hold dear.

When I fell to a twirling tangle of emotions and puppy dog glances,
You watched and waited;
And when my river ran once more with the fluid of a broken heart,
You gathered the gushing scraps, and glued the gaping gulfs,
Sewing the seams of my life, and sculpting my smile once more,
For to live without a smile is to strain a dead valley.

When I whispered, "Mommy I love you" in a baby's breath
You knew;
That you had succeeded, and conquered the realm or motherhood,
And that I would make it through the plagues and hardships of world,
Brushing them off as a leeching mosquito,
Never letting them get the best of me.

As a mother you've witnessed all.

You've lived my agony,
Danced my joy,
Cried my tears,
Consoled my confusion,
Halted my fights.

And now, through your wisdom I've grown
And I've realized my faults and flaws,
And strive to release my devil's advocate
And lust for contempt and cruelty.

For all you've taught,
For all you've had,
For all you've been,
For all you've suffered,
For all you've hated,
For all you've screamed,
For all you've cried,
For all your love,

I thank you
And I hope that one day I will repay you
For the stars and the heavens which you've given
And that I will give the happiness which you so selflessly devoted
And I've so cherished.

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