Friday, May 22, 2009

Worry for Sunday Scribblings

Did you ever have anyone
hand you a glass of wine
in an expensive wine glass

thin as a skim of ice
on a pond? You hold
that stem like a delicate

rose. That’s how I feel
about my mom, now. I
love the wine, but

the container is just so fragile
that I’m afraid she’ll break.
I hug her as gently as possible.

20 comments:

Giggles said...

Oh my Linda I was not expecting that! What a powerful metaphor.... sad yet beautiful tribute to a mom. I hear the pain in this poem.... enjoy the wine my dear.... sip slowly, take in each nuance, each note until it's finished.

Big Hugs Sherrie

AD said...

no pain no gain i always say...
check the gain too!

hugs

Happy SS

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Shyam said...

What a beautiful poem... hauntingly written!

anthonynorth said...

That was touching and poignant. And a great metaphor.

paisley said...

oh linda that visual was so powerful.. this was an excellent piece.....

murat11 said...

thin as a skim of iceWhat a lovely poem...

JP/deb said...

Excellent metaphor ... all our vessels will change with time. Peace, JP/deb

songofsea said...

Hi linda,can feel the pain in here.Nice read.

keith said...

A lovely analogy and a beautiful poem.

gautami tripathy said...

Absolutely beautiful..

I must go and hig my mom now!

BJ Roan said...

I felt the emotion in your words, and understand the worry. It is hard watching our parents grow old. Once strong people turned fragile by age. Knowing we will one day...

Dorla Moorehouse said...

Wonderful use of metaphor. The whole poem just surprised me. It's so beautiful and so sad.

Bee Bee said...

Very touching, beautifully written.

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quin browne said...

wow.

floreta said...

wow, great metaphor!

i have a friend who says he wants to age like old wine.. so that's fitting too. meaning age gracefully.. the wine tastes better the older it is.. it's better quality.

Dee Martin said...

This touched my heart. I lost my Mom some years ago. She lived in another state and I went to stay with her shortly after she found she had inoperable cancer and we would lie in bed and talk at night. Your poem brought back that remembrance. Thank you.

Marguerite said...

Beautifully written and so poignant. What a lovely tribute. Yes, this makes me want to find my mom and give her a hug right now!

P.S. Like the new picture.

linda may said...

This is beautiful.
Watching our loved ones age and become fragile is so painful.You probably know i worked in a hospital/ aged care unit, and watched this over and over again, it is heart rending and different people react to it in different ways but is very very hard to watch someone go down that path when we love them so much. Hugs.

Lisa said...

Just hopped over the catch up on your poems and thought I'd say 'hi' to let you know that I'd been by.
(hey--that rhymed and I didn't even try!)

Lynne said...

Dear Linda,
This was painfully sad and beautiful, I write with tears in my eyes and a visceral ache in my stomach.
I'm partial to these lines: "I love the wine, but/the container is just so fragile"... and your love shows strong to the last line.
I hope she'll feel better.

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