Momma

Linda Rhinehart Neas wrote this poem for her mother who sadly suffered from Alzheimers she gave this to her mother a year before she died. Linda is a writer and teacher .

Momma…

Mary Cassatt 1897

Before you disappear

into the rabbit hole of age,

Remember…

Green, cat-eyes twinkling,

as secrets of womanhood rise,

steamy,

in the wisdom of conversations

shared over tea

in the sacred realm of kitchen.

Before the Night of New Life

comes to rob us of the light of your smile,

Remember…

Toil worn hands guiding

small, eager fingers in the craft

of pen and paper,

slowly forming the spell of words

that would release the magic

lying in wait among the book shelves.

Before Time’s thief steals away

the last, familial connection you greedily grasp,

Remember…

New life, wrapped in heirloom splendor

cradled in your arms

as generations of yourself

surround with mews and coos,

the miracle that proves our existence

to all who fail to…

Remember.

© 2007 Linda M. Rhinehart Neas

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