Poem's you have written for someone special. (12)

A poem for my adopted mom.

You have alway's been there for me,
Since the young age of 3.
I felt I belonged even when I had wronged,
Your house was a home to me!
My life could have been different without a doubt,
I'm glad you were there to help me out.
And now that you're sick and possibly dying,
My gut's in a knot and I feel like crying.
I wrote this poem to express how I feel,
Because for you my only mom the love is real.

I've never been a poet but I wrote this for my adopted mom who is currently battling cancer in Lindsay Ontario. Has anyone in your life inspired you to write? If so, please feel free to share!

ok that me cry .....very nice hon

Thanks snowmouse. It really did come straight from my heart!

Im posting a poem/short story I wrote a few years ago. Never published but have publically read at cafe's and such locally. It's in 6 interludes + an epilogue. Sorry for the size, thats why it's in the next 4 posts.


Rene

The Pool

First Interlude: The Chase

Emerging from the East, the lady enters the forest with the rising sun.
Hair billowing, face alight...red and seeking.
A cold wind blows.

To herself, lips unmoving, she asks...”Where is the place I belong?”
Above, a hawk screeches through the morning’s dissipating mist.
At the forest’s edge, a doe sniffs the air... startled.
The doe senses the woman’s presence.

The doe...”Mother Doe”, hears the woman’s longing quest...her desolation.
“Where is the place that I belong?” asks the woman again, bewildered.
Again the hawk screeches.
The Lady’s heart jumps...she stops.

The Doe, quick flash of white tail in the distance, then gone.
The Lady’s eyes try to follow but cannot.
Doe leaps into the forest’s depths.

At the circling hawk, high above, the Lady gasps at it’s soaring beauty.
The Hawk, gazing below...gasps at her soaring beauty.
Their eyes meet in understanding, the Lady knows to follow.
Into the forest she drifts.

The scent of pine and damp moss encircle her.
Nostrils flaring...she feels alive.
Alive...as if in a dream.
Could it be true?...Could it?

The Lady follows, not knowing who, or why.
Her way, lit dimly by the breaking dawn.
The stirring in her heart her only guide, she walks on.

White gown, green woolen cape.
The earth, cold on her sandaled feet.
Breasts gently rise and fall as she catches her breath.

The Forest Beckons...



Second Interlude: In The Glade

The Doe flags her tail, as if a beacon.
The Woman plunges into the gloom, after her.
Thorns and branches tear at her skin, the Woman cries out in pain.
...Blood flows.

Doe is elusive, our Lady angers.
In her mind she screams... “WHERE are you leading me? TELL me my quest!”
Hearing no reply, she grunts and stumbles onward.

Ahead...sunlight bathes a small glade in the dark forest.
Pushing through the thick brambles, the Lady heads for it.
Bursting into the clearing, she shouts in shock and amazement at what she sees before her.
The Doe... who is resting gently by a spring-fed pool, raises her head in welcome.

Stopping , the Lady cries aloud, “Why didn’t you stop when I called out to you?”
“Speak not with your voice”, answers the Doe...and adds thoughtfully:
“Your heart speaks loudly enough Woman, though you yourself do not even know this yet”.

The Lady stands bewildered...sweat mixes with earth.
Her face...dirty and smudged with the forest.
...Exhaustion.

“Who are you?”, pleads the Lady. “How is it that you speak to me in this way?”
Rising to her feet, Doe; “I’am the Mother of this forest and you wandered into it’s reaches”.

Again ...”Where is the place that I belong Mother?”, asks the Lady>
Softly, falling snow melts silently in the pool between them.
“First...you must bathe”, replies Doe.
The wind has risen and howls mournfully though the forest canopy above.

Grey clouds, menacingly low, slowly fill the sky.
Breath to steam...”It is cold”, the lady thinks, gazing into the pool.
The Lady tells Doe; “Snow flies...I will surely freeze in that pool”.
“Are you not already frozen”, replies Doe afirmingly.
“Iam afraid” the Woman softly pleads.

Silently...sadly, the Woman knows what she must do.
Cape and robe fall at her feet.
Standing naked at the pool’s edge, the Lady shivers, her resistance crumbles.
“Is it...is it truly over”? She asks...eyes beseeching.

6th Interlude cont.


The Girl begins to sob loudly…sobs turn quickly to wails.
Steam rises from the now hot, almost scalding water.
Thrashing loose from the Lady’s grasp, the Girl pounds her fists into the pool…
“…NO,NO,NO,NO, DON’T TOUCH ME! – Please STOP…STOOOOP!”, the Girl shrieks.

Weeping for the Girl’s pain, the Lady does nothing to comfort the girl, “This is her journey”.
The Lady climbs unnoticed from the pool and leaves the Girl to her sorrows.
Silently…slowly, the Lady dresses and gathers sticks for the Girls warming fire.
Briefly warming herself, the Lady walks from the glade and into the gloom of the forest.

Overhead, She-hawk screeches her approval…the circle is complete.
The Lady’s healing is at it’s finish.
“I am ready again”, smiles the Lady.
The Lady turns West and begins to walk.

Epilogue:


The Girl opens her eyes, exhausted, and slowly climbs out of the pool.
Turning, she lets out a sharp cry.
The Doe with the bleeding foreleg was gone!
In the place where the wounded Doe just was…a small fire blazes cozily.

With soft boughs and leaves of aloe vera, the Girl dries herself slowly…deliberately.
Her skin smooth and supple, the Girl smells her own womanly scent and sighs softly.
As if in a dream…the Girl dresses and rests by the fire.

After a time, the Girl rises and walks from the glade and into the forest’s gloom.
The Girl walks radiantly assured…her pace quickening.
A flash of white tail in the distance…then gone.
An unseen Hawk screeches in the distance… gazing skyward, the Girl smiles.








The End

Thank you for your patience.

Hair…the colour of a gentle moonrise.
Your softness becomes you…


Skin…like alabaster,a graceful cameo.
Your softness becomes you…


Smile…a vibrant sunburst, envelopes your entirety.
Your softness becomes you.


May rainbows be about you.

Some Friends will


Some friends will come and go
But a true friend will take it slow
And by doing this, it will show
Some friends will.


L.E.M