Naomi Elmendorf Johnsone 1907-1969 |
As promised last post, there will be a few more poems coming. This one I wrote in response to a prompt from our semi-monthly poetry group through the YMCA.
PROMPT: Write a poem centered around someone or something who drives your spirit and fills your soul.
THANK YOU, MOTHER
When I wanted to tell a story, you’d hear me out
When I wanted to pretend, you’d take a role
When I wanted to write, you’d spell a word
When I wanted to draw, you’d find a tablet
You listened to my piano compositions with visible delight
You clapped long and hard at my acting and my plays
You praised my drawings and showed them to you friends
You took dictation for the poems and stories I made up
I grasp now how you saw the spark and fed the fire
I appreciate now how you fanned those flames to burn for life
I thrive now because your gift has lasted more than eighty years
I write now this tiny tribute to you, dear long-gone mother
With joy
With awe
With love
With gratitude
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