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a simple pairing of pictures and poetry

Category: Mother’s Day

MOTHER’S DAY

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Photo by Deanna Marie Metts

All I wanted was to give you a gift –
A pretty something you could wear
On your wrist,
Or around your neck.
Something having nothing to do
With construction paper,
scissors,
or crayons.
Something purchased with paper money
From a department store.
Something wrapped in ribbon.

Now all I want is to give you a gift –
Something having nothing to do
With purchases
With paper money.
I want to give you

Sunny smiles,
Smooth sailing,
Sweet solace.

MOTHER OF ALZHEIMER’S

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Photo by Themes.com

 

Who birthed (unearthed)
This unwelcome invasion,
Or gave it the right
To hijack each occasion
Meant to endure and assure her
She’s loved. She belongs.

It ceaselessly wrongs her,
Assassinates her senses;
Condenses her being
To fleeting moments,
Thought amputation,
Self dislocation,
And few kin.

And it will win.

 

© Marie Elena Good, 2016

MARY’S SONNET

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“Mary and Baby Jesus” used with permission of artist.  See Jean Keaton Inspired Art … lovely cards  and frame-able art available here: http://www.jeankeatonart.com/store/greeting-cards/mary-and-baby-jesus-greeting-card/.

“So be it done to me as you have said.”
Yet, as the words released from my own tongue,
I did not understand the path I’d tread,
Nor anguish God would ask of one so young.

The visit of that night became surreal,
As mundane daily chores consumed my life.
I questioned, did I dream the whole ordeal?
For I was just a mother and a wife.

Then, jolted from this lulled complacency,
I watched in horror as they took my son
To torture him, and nail him to a tree,
And wailed myself when he cried, “It is done.”

I gazed upon the empty cross, and tomb,
In awe – I’d cradled God within my womb.

© Marie Elena Good