my mother’s face

 

her warm, dark eyes

watched perceptively,

beneath arched brow.

 

framed by her thick

brunette mane, cut short

as was her retirement.

 

she wore brimmed hats

for shade so her hair color

wouldn’t fade red in sun.

 

her coiffure was her crown,

until news of lung cancer

and chemo styled dread.

 

she fell ill with infection

that took her too quickly,

before chemo could begin.

 

at least, she was spared

losing her beautiful hair;

i wish i had one lock of it.

 

14 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. adaspoetryalcove
    Feb 12, 2015 @ 07:43:59

    Very touching!

    Reply

  2. ManicDdaily
    Jan 28, 2015 @ 21:42:14

    Very touching poem. So sorry for your loss, Lynn. K.

    Reply

  3. katiemiafrederick
    Jan 28, 2015 @ 02:13:02

    A lock of love to remain in heart to see a love through eyes that never die.. to be connected and combed alive for those who make us yesterday and what we are today..for now…:)

    Reply

  4. Kathy Reed
    Jan 28, 2015 @ 00:22:10

    Thanks for sharing this with us today..sweet.

    Reply

  5. Prajakta
    Jan 27, 2015 @ 23:51:13

    This was so touching. And the wish for having a lock of hair was simple beautiful. You have captured the emotions beautifully.

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  6. Björn Rudberg (brudberg)
    Jan 27, 2015 @ 23:50:38

    This is so sad., the small bliss of keeping the mane compared to leaving too early. A retirement cut short.

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  7. claudia
    Jan 27, 2015 @ 22:45:42

    my gramma died of lung cancer and she wasted away slowly – so probably that was merciful indeed that she didn’t have to go through that dark valley…

    Reply

  8. Glenn Buttkus
    Jan 27, 2015 @ 22:01:29

    Cancer is the demon that lives under all our beds. It took my mother at 39 in ’66.
    Never a good time to lose your Mom, but I was in boot camp preparing to go to
    Viet Nam when it all came down; but somehow you tame & convert pain & heartbreak into manageable dominions, & stride through the future.

    Reply

  9. Victoria C. Slotto
    Jan 27, 2015 @ 21:44:02

    Oh, Lynn–so touching. The line that got me “I wish I had a lock…” Life is so fragile. This is a tender, thoughtful poem.

    Reply

  10. Bryan Ens
    Jan 27, 2015 @ 21:02:30

    “I wish I had one lock of it”…so much said in those last few words. A powerful poem.

    Reply

  11. Desmond, Anthony (@iamEPanthony)
    Jan 27, 2015 @ 20:20:22

    so sad… wishing for that tress is heartbreaking…. you’re right, tho… at least she was spared the pain of losing the hair she loved so much… powerful write

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  12. Mary
    Jan 27, 2015 @ 17:44:10

    This is very poignant. Sad to lose a mother so very soon… And I understand the longing for just one lock of her hair….something tangible to remember her by.

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  13. Grace
    Jan 27, 2015 @ 17:16:59

    How sad, I can’t imagine losing one’s mother too soon ~ You have captured her with kindness and love ~ To save that lock of hair, that would have been precious ~

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  14. bmiller007 (@bmiller007)
    Jan 27, 2015 @ 17:14:53

    mmm…the wishing for that tangible memory got me there in the end…i guess if cancer has to take you, at least it seemed merciful in taking them quickly…cancer has touched several in my fam….

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