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Mother
by Chris Sorrenti
Mother
if you only knew
how far I’ve come
since inside of you
dressed upon a wind chicane
lightly am I wandering
a million miles from your arms
and I see clouds ahead
As I look at people - places - things
all I see is imagery
inspirational energy
- overloaded nerve endings
the chain reaction you and father started
never ever to end
Mother
if you could only hear
feel me inside your womb again
I'd blow your mind a thousand times
dispel all your fears
For in the shadow of the world
I have witnessed many things
the wisdom of the ages
what it is to truly live
as once again I feel the power
rushing over me
electricity building in my wings
as I listen to the birds of creation
singing in the treetops
across the endless fields
Though for a moment
the birds stop chirping
silence echoes - rules supreme
but what's that noise?
or is it just my imagination
playing tricks with me again?
for I can hear the sound of thunder
growing in the distance
on the borders of my mind
as all the imagery that I’ve become
will soon again be blasted forward
Mother
if you could only see
how far your love has taken me
the marvel and the mystery
to see the world in infrared
every person - place - and thing
exploding into words
© February 20th, 1982
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02/20/1982 Posted on 10/01/2009
Copyright © 2026 Chris Sorrenti
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by H.M Stevens on 10/01/09 at 01:54 PM you had this posted several years ago, and i printed it out and read it many times. i cant tell you how much it affected me. |
| Posted by Glenn Currier on 10/01/09 at 05:02 PM Oh, Chris, what a glorious paen to your mother. How it is filled with gratitude and life multiplied from in the son from the sum a mother's love. The richness and hope in your poem is alight in the present darkness. May its spirit enliven you during this trying and difficult period. Blessings and peace to you and your parents, my dear friend. |
| Posted by Tony Whitaker on 10/02/09 at 06:53 AM I can't say in mere words how much this poem touches me personally. My own mother is almost crippled from rheumatoid arthritis and this poem, especially that last stanza, speaks, no shouts to me of what I feel about my mother. Thank you Chris and I am so sorry for her having the fight of the dirge not yet broken by research! |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 10/02/09 at 09:59 PM Deeply moving, almost epoch at the individual human level, yet so very personal. I am honored you have shared this with us. |
| Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 10/03/09 at 05:54 PM Your mother must find this most encouraging. A tribute to her and your poetic talent.
Your mother is in my prayers. |
| Posted by Charles E Minshall on 10/05/09 at 04:30 AM Nice poem to your Mom Chris.....CharMin |
| Posted by Charlie Morgan on 10/06/09 at 12:03 AM ...a touche to 'those who brungs us life'...well said, a patchwork of yearnings we can't speak... |
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