Tender Love: A poem for Mother's Day

Tender Love

(A poem in memory of my mother and in honor of all mothers)

That day you held me

wet with my tears

I begged you to not take

me to some stranger

So with needle and thread

you stitched my

bleeding knee

Now the scar so beautiful

and old reminds me

of tender love

so often given

You sang of bluebirds

flying through gardens

And tiny spiders that

climbed spouts

only to be washed away

by words and rain

You struggled with a body

that would not aide

your spirit that longed

to love and give

But the limitations of flesh

could not hold back

that tender love

One evening after yet another

feast from your table

you sat in that chair where

so many songs were sung

And while reading some book

that would never

be finished

You slipped away to another world

where bluebirds and spiders

play forever

You are missed dear mother

But O you are not

forgotten

For your tender love

resides in me

and those

I love

Jody Seymour

Mother’s Day 20`8