a mother’s love

A memorial haibun on theme of gratitude for dVerse poets pub

I keep precious photos and letters. They were in love. Mommy, a happy socialite, married handsome Navy pilot. Small town girl found fun living in big city. We shared a Valentine birthday. She doted on me, her firstborn. Our bond was tight but unraveled when asthma flared with another pregnancy and took her life’s breath. I wore her lace wedding dress and ring.

I hold dear memories and momentos. We needed love. Mom, a quiet beauty, married indebted widower. Farm girl (from same small town) found work in big city. We shared Daddy’s heart. She accepted me as her first child. Nightmares and tantrums threatened to unravel us but she patiently parented until we grew into love’s tight bond. She gave me the best brother and education.

My heart swells with gratitude for each mother’s unique and vital influence on my life. I carry both of them in my heart and thank God for graciously gifting me (twice) with a mother’s love!


lone tree uprooted

memories of former days

wood warms us by fire

9 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. David C Brown
    Nov 27, 2019 @ 11:49:38

    There’s nothing like a mother!

    At the first moment I could see,
    Although yet unaware,
    My heavenly Father cradled me
    Within a mother’s care.



  2. carolinestreetblog
    Nov 26, 2019 @ 22:45:43

    You were fortunate Lynn. I am happy for you. Mother’s are not perfect but the bonds with child are strong, no matter what, and when they pass, it is the memories that either bring happiness or sorrow. Regrets are the worst.


  3. Frank J. Tassone
    Nov 26, 2019 @ 17:49:36

    A poignant story, well-told with moving images and filled with such a sympathetic pathos!


  4. yassy
    Nov 26, 2019 @ 13:34:08

    Very heartfelt.


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