A Painting by Mom*
happy birthday
Mom
a happy day
not to mourn
but to celebrate
your smile
your laugh
your hand
with mine
a silent h
good & plenty
memories
cappuccino
necco wafers
good fortune
to cherish us
to have you
to call you
to miss my
Mom
—
* Mom painted original pieces and also did paintings based on other artist’s works – truth be told, I’m not sure where the inspiration for this painting came from, but I love it and always have.
Categories: Creative Writing, Life, Poem, Writing
This tribute is beautiful and deeply moving. The lump I’m feeling in my throat right now is rather pleasant … Thanks for this and for the follow on my blog. I’ll be visiting often 🙂
This is special for me for I share the same understanding for the love and pain of my mum!
I’m sorry to hear that we share this common fate; I’m so very humbled that my poem would mean something special to someone like you. Thank you for commenting, really appreciate it!
Thank you so much. It’s unfortunate how many of us can relate to loosing our parents and the pain that comes with it. If you would have asked me a few years ago whether I would be writing about it, publicly, I certainly would have told you that you were crazy! It really means the world to me that I have found a community of writers and readers where I can express myself on topics like this – not only as an aspiring writer, but as a fellow human. Thanks again!
Excellent tribute, mister. My mom used to give us Valentine gifts such as underwear or hot pads with hearts and I miss that silly junk. Plus I miss my birthday check! I joined an athletic club made up of older ladies because I miss my mom and yours (my favorite Aunt!) and all their wisdom and humor. They’ve left a void in my heart that can only be filled a little by others, but it helps. Peace to you. cg
Let that vulnerability rip! This impacts. Her painting is amazing as I imagine she was. A touching tribute, not only to your Mom, Dominic, but to all of our Moms. Thanks.
Thank you, Eric. Really appreciate it. She truly was amazing, I miss her terribly. Her paintings leave a trace of who she was – it’s strange, I always enjoyed them but now that she is gone, they take on a whole new meaning – they are now part of her history (our history), her legacy. I’m so happy that we have them.
She is smiling about this somewhere 🙂 Beautiful! Hugs to you my friend!
Thank you, Daniela!
Beautiful.
Thanks, Tom. Much appreciated. Felt it, wrote it, hit post. Sometimes I just have to open up (which is strange – back in the day, i never would have imagined allowing such vulnerability!).
I lost my dad a few years ago and I find that writing about it in a public manner is helpful. I don’t know about you, but I am still puzzled when I can’t pick up the phone and call him.
Man you just hit the nail on the head. I still tell myself, I should call Mom, several times a day. It’s strangely endearing. I also have a pending g-chat invite with my mom in gmail – it’s always there when I am on gmail, an at times difficult reminder that she is gone, but also a symbolic note that we will one day chat again. Thanks my friend.
Wow. I kept a voice mail from my dad on my phone as long as I could as well. It was just nice to have it as long as I did.
On a lighter note, best of luck tonight. Wings are weak and ready for picking.
I love you and your poem
Love you sister!
aww, SWEET!
I like necco wafers, too…esp the brown ones. they have a touch of anise in them, i believe.
Thank you, Tonia! Really appreciate it. My mom absolutely loved necco wafers – we used to tease her about it (but get them for her all the time, too). You are right about that – the brown ones had a hint of anise to them. She really liked good & plenty too. Wonderful memories, thank you!
Good & plenty are licorice. …ah, yes…i should try those. My winter holidays were overindulged with black scotties licorice. yum!