Escape
Locked door, mirror frosts and flowers become dewy.
It is her occasion of hushed solitude.
The teachers, nurse, protector, cooks reprieve
I sit in the dark; horizontal on the hallway carpet
A streak of light and clouds escape the threshold
Her companion may be a book, scripture, tears or the silence
Demands of the family unit allow only moments to pass
She opens the door;
I perch on the stool and experience the balmy fragrant air
An aging towel surrounds,
She moistens a cotton ball,
Jean Nate is encapsulated in each drop of steam.
She nestles the cotton in her motherhood
It later provides, freshness
And perhaps a reminder of that moment of solitude
Ponds Cold Cream emolliates damp skin
Altruistic grooming, uncomplicated, brief and necessary.
Your escape takes care of you takes care of us
Monday, May 11, 2009
An Essay For My Mom On Mothers Day...
Escape
Locked door, mirror frosts and flowers become dewy.
It is her occasion of hushed solitude.
The teachers, nurse, protector, cooks reprieve
I sit in the dark; horizontal on the hallway carpet
A streak of light and clouds escape the threshold
Her companion may be a book, scripture, tears or the silence
Demands of the family unit allow only moments to pass
She opens the door;
I perch on the stool and experience the balmy fragrant air
An aging towel surrounds,
She moistens a cotton ball,
Jean Nate is encapsulated in each drop of steam.
She nestles the cotton in her motherhood
It later provides, freshness
And perhaps a reminder of that moment of solitude
Ponds Cold Cream emolliates damp skin
Altruistic grooming, uncomplicated, brief and necessary.
Your escape takes care of you takes care of us
Locked door, mirror frosts and flowers become dewy.
It is her occasion of hushed solitude.
The teachers, nurse, protector, cooks reprieve
I sit in the dark; horizontal on the hallway carpet
A streak of light and clouds escape the threshold
Her companion may be a book, scripture, tears or the silence
Demands of the family unit allow only moments to pass
She opens the door;
I perch on the stool and experience the balmy fragrant air
An aging towel surrounds,
She moistens a cotton ball,
Jean Nate is encapsulated in each drop of steam.
She nestles the cotton in her motherhood
It later provides, freshness
And perhaps a reminder of that moment of solitude
Ponds Cold Cream emolliates damp skin
Altruistic grooming, uncomplicated, brief and necessary.
Your escape takes care of you takes care of us
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