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My Mother's Daughter
by Wendy Sparling
My Mother, elegant in her basic black dress,
opened her favorite embossed jewel case.
Her delicate fingers plucked a blue rhinestone
necklace from its white satin sanction,
and then she asked for my help with the clasp.
I climbed atop my parent's pine bench,
and carefully slid the sleeve to home,
then ogled at the prisms as they glimmered
like diamonds on her long silken throat.
My Mother was beautiful with slate blue eyes
and powdered nose, as she bent over and
kissed me on the forehead.
The past memory is dear to my heart,
as I thumb through old photo albums.
A deep seeded memory of myself,
dressed like a damsel with high heels
and frilly bordered knit gloves, and
wishing I could be as lovely as my Mother.
06/23/2009
Author's Note: Thank you, Quentin, for publishing my poem.
Posted on 06/23/2009
Copyright © 2010 Wendy Sparling
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 06/23/09 at 09:48 PM A loving and lovely tribute to your mother. The poem, a jewel, that would glisten brightly when worn by your mother. |
| Posted by Kris Mara on 06/23/09 at 10:48 PM this is just so elegant and beautiful, such gorgeous visuals and emotional connection here (I feel it) |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 06/28/09 at 05:06 PM Wonderful stuff Wendy. Excellent combination of verbal and visual. For example: dressed like a damsel with high heels and frilly bordered knit gloves. Kudos Kudos Kudos...great to see you post again here! :o) |
| Posted by Glenn Currier on 06/29/09 at 12:36 PM The words flow gently, lovingly, and longingly. What a cool connection between what and who your mother was, what and who you are, and your dreams. Your poem is as delicate and lovely as that necklace on your mother's silken throat. Delightful, Wendy. |
| Posted by Tony Whitaker on 06/29/09 at 11:33 PM Yes, thank you Quentin. I love how the words roll on the tongue and how strong my emotions were pulled. It makes me think of my own mother now that I live 4,000 miles from her. Brillaint Wendy. |
| Posted by Alex Smyth on 06/30/09 at 09:21 AM What a precious memory, so vividly caught here in this poem. Both you and your mother are truly blessed to have these shared experiences, thanks for giving such a positive thought to this day! |
| Posted by Scott Utley on 07/01/09 at 07:59 PM Isn't this just beyond lovely! |
| Posted by Dave Fitzgerald on 07/02/09 at 02:17 PM Excellent |
| Posted by Paige Skeen on 07/02/09 at 02:34 PM Beautiful capture of the special nature of mother daughter regards. What a dazzling sparkle shines from this poetic jewel case in your soul. |
| Posted by Charles E Minshall on 07/03/09 at 11:12 PM I really like this one Wen....CharMin |
| Posted by James Zealy on 07/06/09 at 02:01 PM Beauty is more than physical presence. I think on a spiritual level, with words such as this you are more than her equal. |
| Posted by JD Clay on 07/21/09 at 07:35 PM This is a captivating poem, Wendy. A nostalgic snapshot that not only speaks from your heart but strikes the heart of the reader. |
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