Let me be the shadow
under your bloom,
the stone that
lifts you,
the lichen that
breaks rock to soil.
Let me be the rain
that quenches
your roots
and the sun
that wakes
your dreams.
Let me remember
each day
of our love.
Copyright 2018 Brenda Davis Harsham
Notes: For my mother, who taught me that love never dies. Gone these 47 years. Still, I miss you. Happy Birthday, Mom.
❣️
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Beautiful poem.
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Thanks. Your site is beautiful, too.
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Thank you for your kind comments on my poem this morning and for following my blog. I look forward to reading more of your wonderful writing. ☺💛
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I’m always happy to meet another poet and thanks for following me back. 😀
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You’re very welcome. ☺
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Beautiful really ! Please let me know your thoughts on my blog as well I’m just getting started
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Brenda, this poem is breathtaking. Your images are fresh and so appropriate for a love shared by parent and child. It strikes me that the poem can be read from two perspectives – the parent speaking to a young child, or a child speaking to a parent who is being cared for near the end of life. It sounds like you didn’t have your mom long enough to experience the latter. Thank you for sharing your beautiful tribute.
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I wrote it for my mom, then it struck me that anyone loving another might say the same words. Love’s selflessness is universal.
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Reblogged this on JimMorrisonMysticImages.
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You are so good. You have the perfect touch in your poetry. I blabber like a freed slave, but I do so love your writing.
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A freed slave, that’s how I feel. As if I were locked away from my words for years, doing the bidding of others. If only I could make my writing work! 🙂
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Beautiful poem Brenda and loved the photo.. Lichen always looks beautiful, I love the microscopic world of plants. 🙂
Wishing you well, and happy to land here in the reader today as I work my way down it.. 😀
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wow – Brenda – this is so passionate and beautiful tribute, no words!!!
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Thanks, Mihran.
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This is so beautiful, Brenda. It brought tears… good ones, remembering my mother who has been gone too many years. I thought about Molly’s poem “How to Approach a Frog” (now you are wondering where I’m headed…) over on Nix the Comfort Zone… anyway I commented about it being “good for living” and she replied that it also addresses mourning — “the shift from missing what we have lost to celebrating what we had.” I think your poem is that kind of a beautiful celebration.
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Yes, I’ve made that shift. I think it should be the last stage of grieving, past acceptance. To gratitude. Every particle of me remembers with joy. It’s so hard to express the depth without being maudlin, but those were the words that came this year. Thanks for reading.
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This is such a beautiful tribute to your mother and to the love you shared with her. I lost my mother at an early age as well, and your poem moved me deeply. Thank you for sharing.
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My sympathies for your loss, my friend. Poetry is a wonderful consolation, and I like to think she gave it to me. Her father wrote a book of poetry that the family passes down.
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Really moving!
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Thank you.
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Beautiful gift and tribute for your mother 💞💞
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Thank you!
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so sweet and moving ❤ i'm sorry for your loss.
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Thank you. I am lucky to remember being loved.
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My mum has been gone so long too but I still can feel her presence, I guess you can too 💜💜
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I think of her every day.
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I think of mine too
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Beautiful poem!
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Thanks!
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A worthy gift, because mother’s deserve the best, even when they are not with us, happy birthday to her 🙂
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Thanks and yes, indeed. Mothers deserve our best.
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Beautiful poem. Happy Birthday to your mother from me as well. I’m sure she would have loved your words. 💖💖
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Aw, my heart feels bigger and more full than ever.
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Beautiful tribute. Happy birthday to her. ❤
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Makes me smile, you saying HB to my mom. 🙂
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A touching and tender tribute to your mother, and the power and magnificence of love, Brenda.
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Thank you.
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You are so filial to remember your mum in this lovely post. Bless you Brenda. I am sure yiur mum is looking down from heaven above, giving you blessings from heaven’s grace💕⚘
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I hope so, too. She was not perfect, but she taught me that I was loved.
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Lovely read!❤️
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Thanks!
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Such a touching tribute to your mother. It really moved me. I adore natural imagery, and it works so elegantly here. xx
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Thank you. It’s impossible to forget, but it’s just as hard to find the right words.
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Agreed. My grandfather passed quite a while ago, but time doesn’t really help to make sense of it in words.
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No, but it’s comforting to know that we don’t forget the loves that really matter to us. No matter how much time passes.
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Beautifully put. xx
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Lovely combination of photo and poem
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Thank you!
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