In the meantime, The Poetry Foundation has put together a list of poems about mothers (almost all written by women, go figure). And what I like even better is their interviews with two poet-moms, Marilyn Nelson and Adrian Blevins. And they have a video of Daisy Zamora reading a poem about mothers.
Now I offer two poems about mothers that are some of my favorites:
from coolfreeimages.net |
Bridge, Mother by Terese Svoboda
Mother burns on the other side of the bridge.
Mother burns the bridge and is safe on the other side.
Mother is not on the bridge when it burns.
When Mother says Burn, the bridge burns.
We can’t get to the other side—
the bridge is burning.
Mother is the bridge that we burn.
She is how we get to the other side.
We can’t burn the bridge without her.
Mother burns and we burn, bridge or no bridge.
She is the other side.
Nothing burns the bridge, and then it burns.
The Dome by CHAD SWEENEY
When we were the poorest,
mom paid my weekly allowancein birds. That one is yours, she whispered
so as not to disturb it.
If you clean the ovenI’ll give you that red one.
In a few months
I owned all the birds on the
street,
blue jays, finches, a lame owl
cowled in the clock tower.
We had to walk farther each
Saturdayto find a new fountain or thicket
so mother could pay me what she
owed.
We stood on a bridge.Our soldiers were marching away,
singing
and trying to sound brave.Their numbers were staggering.
I invented a mathematics
to understand them.I subtracted them from summer
and it was winter. Most of our
houses
were gone, and the birds too. The university had been bombed
with my father inside, attending
a reading
by some Polish poets.The poems were so sturdy, he said,
they held up the dome of the
ceiling.
And for mothers of sons, I also want to recommend Sharon Olds's "My Son the Man."
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Happy Mothers Day Poems
nice post
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