One woman's search for knowledge, truth, beauty, serenity, peace, harmony and all that crap.
Published on July 12, 2006 By Ms Mitchell In Poetry
I stand at the window
As you tumble on the grass like a litter of puppies
Sweaty and popsicle stained.
I dry my hands on a dish towel and
My heart smiles.

I stand at the window
As the radio panics
And the sky turns chlorine green.
I gather you under my wings and play camping while
My heart heaves a force field around you.

I stand at the window
As you pull away backing down the driveway,
Age 16 years and 20 minutes.
I try to read or knit or fake sleep but
I check the window till I see your light.
My heart can wipe its brow.

I stand at the window
As I watch for the mailman to bring me letters, from where?
You can't e-mail from the trenches.
I try to be the breezy, cheerful mother-in-law.
But I have no patience for "give Mom my love."
My heart frantically waves a white flag.

I stand at the window
As I wait for carloads of grandchildren.
I understand. I think this place smells funny, too.
There's nothing for me to do either.
That's why I wait for you.
My heart--the last leaf on the winter branch--closes the curtains.

Comments
on Jul 12, 2006
I'm not very good at analyzing poetry, and really who wants me to?

So, I will tell you that I really liked this and while reading this I pictured curtains lightly flapping at the window from a light breeze. Even though this was not light. As a mother I can relate to this.
I stand at the window
As you pull away backing down the driveway,
Age 16 years and 20 minutes.
I try to read or knit or fake sleep but
I check the window till I see your light.
My heart can wipe its brow.

I am just beginning this part and you hit the nail on the head.
on Jul 12, 2006
I wanted to tell you I read your stuff....I don't often comment because like Kelly I don't have much to add in the way of poetry.

But you certainly paint a vivid picture.

Thanks for sharing your talent.
on Jul 13, 2006
I'm not very good at analyzing poetry, and really who wants me to?


You're welcome to analyze my stuff anytime.

I am just beginning this part and you hit the nail on the head.


It's so hard to let them fly I've learned the hard way that if you can do this gracefully, they fly back faster and more frequently.

I wanted to tell you I read your stuff.


I'm so glad you do. Thank you for reading. Comment as much or as little as you like.

But you certainly paint a vivid picture.


Thank you.

Thanks for sharing your talent.


Somedays I can pull off something that I like. Other days I agonize over every syllable and end up thinking, "wow, that's really...really...bad. Poor wasted trees.
on Jul 15, 2006
Beautiful. Just beautiful. I especially love the structure (standing at the window) with which you give the reader the breadth of time, the expansiveness of a mother's love. As my children grow older, I already see myself in the place of this protagonist. There is an authentic confident voice in your writing - which I presume comes from long years of real living. Nothing at all sounds false or amiss in this work.

Very well done. -- Thanks for sharing --Moskowitz
on Jul 17, 2006
Nothing at all sounds false or amiss in this work.


I figure if I can't tell the truth then what's the point? I might as well just buy the Hallmark card.
Thanks again.
on Jul 17, 2006
Maggie, Email me as soon as you can ParaTed2k@yahoo.com. I will be in Pheonix soon, but just for a few hours. I'd hate to be there and not get to see you!!