A Poem For My Mother Comments
Mother's plant from her mystic garden
I cherish it in remembrance
Moving it in winter was a challenge
Will it see another spring?
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Serenity n peace you have in you is owing to your mother. The plant she sowed is there to cheer you up. The gift of contentment from your mother is your ultimate strength. A beautiful poem. A subtle expression of affection and deep adoration. You say it without being mushy. And deep feelings don't need gaudy words, do they? A big 10.
I was struck by the simple realization of this link. To imagine my mother had planted and tended this flowering plant in her bountiful garden and then to think of the symbols of her being saved as her home was sold. Peony, rose and plants from the Italian Alps that she smuggled home on one of her eight trips back to beautiful enchanting northern Italy. A plant from the Alps. Once again dug up for a dead winter move. To sit stone cold in a pot as winter set in. Planted with uncertainty as the plant shivered in impossibly dry dormancy or death? Now with a second spring within her roots she crowds the other plants with pride and I ponder its journey and the beauty of a damselfly sunning itself atop. Seemingly just for me. The links....if only that little emerald being knew the journey that plant had been on.....
This is a lovely poem not only about a mother, but also the speaker in the poem, who seems to acknowledge he is the man he is because of having an amazing mother. I'm glad to hear that the plant survived. I like the way this poem flows naturally through the speakers thoughts. The order and relationships are organic.
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7/21/2025 12:18:24 AM # 1.0.0
This poem says so much about the relationship between you and your mother.Tender, quiet, thoughtful, and delicately understated yet speaking volumes. A love almost too deep for words. It also tells me more about the man than any other poem of his I have read. I understand Sarah's response.