To Mother Me
written by: Emalisa Rose
As she reached out for my hands
today, crossing over snow-clad
streets, I saw within my mother’s eyes
the tick of time’s divinity.
***
And I wondered, albeit selfishly,
of when her days on Earth unwind
who will be there…when she’s gone
to guide me through
when nights grow long
to sing to my happy birthday song..
who will be there, then
to mother me.
When not writing poetry, Emalisa Rose enjoys crafting with macrame and drawing with charcoals. She walks with a birding group on weekends. She volunteers in animal rescue, processing cat/dog adoptions at a local shelter. Her latest work is "Ten random wrens," pubished by Maverick Duck Press.
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- To Mother Me - May 12, 2025
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