Her Spirit, Unbridled
For my Mom, Treva... May she sleep in serenity for the rest of eternity.
My mother was a party-er,
free-spirited, and wild.
Then I came along,
her first begotten child.
She tried to be responsible,
do what she thought was right.
Eventually her ego was
the one who won the fight.
She cautiously continued
on a path of self destruction.
At any given moment,
ready to engage eruption.
Time progressed, she carried on
to birth another child;
Didn’t even phase her
she went back to being wild.
She was rarely ever present
to keep watch or help us grow.
Yet, if and when I slipped,
she’d always somehow seem to know.
She may have acted juvenile,
immature, and cold.
But she also owned a fierceness,
just as strong as she was bold.
And a kind of stubborn courage,
right or wrong, she stood her ground.
Once she was determined
she was ready, pound for pound.
She’d tell me that she loved me,
“More than all the stars in the sky.”
Who could have known at such a
young age she would die...?
A mother’s not a mother;
it’s more than just a name.
It’s something that no woman
could live up to, just the same.
If I could see her one more time,
I’d squeeze her so damn tight...
I’d tell her not to worry,
in the end, she’d taught me right.
(2013)
This is for my mom, who only lived to experience 42 years on this wondrous planet. She was as gorgeous as she was stubborn, and she was stubborn as a bull. She'll never grow old or feeble... Only and forever; eternally beautiful...
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James Matthew Coleman
11yYou're making my eyes well, stop that. Your Mom has a wonderful, wonderful name. I almost can't believe it, you know?...... Beautifully written from the heart, a true poem :)
Cory Garcia
11y:'-c
Callyope
11yAw... Don't cry. X^) Although, I miss her a ton, and I suppose I always will, but it doesn't make me sad to think about or celebrate her... She'd love this poem and would be super proud of me for writing it, especially considering that it was written in her honor. She knew she was a total lunatic and, in fact, often bragged about how maniacal she could be... If I could describe her in one word... it'd have to be...SUPERCALIFRAGILISTIC!
Callyope
11yThanks so much, love... Just another irony to add to our ever-swelling knapsack of mysteries, eh? It doesn't sound so "poetic," but for this piece my voice was that of a faceless daughter rather than a writer... Straight from the heart, my brain sat on the bench for this one...You inspired me to post this, ya know... While enjoying "T.K.R.E." I spontaneously thought about my mom and for an extended time; couldn't get her outta my head... So, I put her poem on display in hopes to appease the spirits so that some of the ache might be taken from all that is me...
Cory Garcia
11y:) Its a wonderfully tragic thing knowing that no one in your life is replaceable... they all hold a spot in your heart that only they can fill :)
James Matthew Coleman
11yA whole friggin' knapsack! I like our knapsack, it's way cooler than any other knapsack; ever...Yeah I gotcha, It goes both ways like that. Seriously though, I am completely honored and humbled.... It goes both ways though :) ... Cha-Ching! Bonus! haha...My mom's the same way. She'll just show up spontaneously, and for extended periods of time I can't even get her outta my living room.... I wonder if she'll still visit after she dies, and if she'll start calling first?....hmm ;)