Musings on Life, Love, and Linguine-Poetry & Writing
“Our mothers always remain the strangest, craziest people we’ve ever met.”
― Marguerite Duras
My hands that held yours
in the last months of life
have now become your hands
a parchment of antique white
Though memories of you never leave
In dark shadows of missing you,
I only need to touch my own skin
and our love comes shining through
With each swiftly passing day
as my hair becomes silvery grey
I see more and more of you
in my twinkling warm eyes and
delicately lined translucent face
for mother dear I am you
and you are me in all
our wondrous aging grace
©2021 Linda Lee Lyberg
dVerse Poets Pub: MTB The Body and Poetry
Author’s Note: Day 9 of National Poetry Writing Month.
Linda Lee Lyberg is a wife, mother, artist, published poet and author. She resides in Mesa, AZ with her husband Pete (aka The Big Viking) of 24 years and their latest rescue, Jackson “Jax” Lyberg. Linda writes various forms of poetry, as well as short stories. You can read more of her works at: charmedchaos.com and view anthologies containing her work here: Amazon Author Page
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Dear Linda,
You have touched my heart, my soul, every memory I have of holding my Mother’s hands. Thank you.
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Thank you so much Helen.
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This brought a lump to my throat, as my hands look almost exactly like my mother’s. I hadn’t thought about this for a long time.
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Sending you love. Thank you Ingrid.
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Nice poem, Linda. Both of my parents died before we could get back to Nebraska to see them for the “last”. We were flying almost to Omaha over many, many pillow clouds. The lady across the isle said she thinks of an Angel sitting on each little cloud. Mom died about that time, we were so close.
I’m doing NaPoWriMo also, as Jim1Jim1. Been doing it since 2015.
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Thank you Jim.
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How tender, intimate — how beautiful! So very well written. The gift of knowing who your mother is and seeing her beauty reflected in yours. Wonderful post Linda!
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Thank you Rob.
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So tender and beautiful, Linda.
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Thank you!
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What sweet and loving tribute to your mother. Well penned.
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Thank you Beverly.
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I was just thinking of this too – we become more and more like our moms as we grow older. This touched me deeply as it is so true. I love how you gave tribute to her Linda.
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Thank you so much Grace.
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Such a gorgeously worded tribute to a loving mother, Linda! *tear-eyed* 💝💝
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Thank you my friend. 💖
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