Not really unaware of her emotions,
mother admonishes daughter,
hiding well, the aches of heart,
the deep sighs in the fullness of night,
awaiting the return of love
from mere shadows,
that dance on kitchen walls
as they cook together one more time.
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Inspired from The sunday Whirl , Also linked to Open Link Night @ dverse Poetics
nice…i bet the daughter knows though…can probably read it in the shadows…smiles
Loved the theme, great work Nimue ๐
The most routine activities can bring together hearts and relationships torn apart by life’s hardships. It reminds me of missed opportunities with my own mother. If I’d only slowed down, taken a breath and enjoyed her presence while she was still here. The following lines contain such awareness of these times:
awaiting the return of love
from mere shadows,
that dance on kitchen walls
as they cook together one more time.
Really like your use of language here. not really unaware- just the way it sounds and how it creates a sense of knowledge, yet vagueness at the same time, and the shadows themselves, so prominent yet you left the reader to interpret their meaning themselves. Great job. Fun to read. Thanks
Beautiful poem.
smiles… my kids are 17, 19 and 21 now…still at home and i’m enjoying every minute…love the capture..
very soul-stirring your poetic lines filled with care and hope are…thanks for sharing.
Beautifully written.
beautifully written, my lady nimue!
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My daughter and I cooked together last night. I was a single mom when she was young and we started cooking together on Wednesdays (our own little cooking class). We’ve continued through the years, and still engage in kitchen play. There are times when it started tense due to admonishments, but cooking soothes anger…it’s like magic. I’m impressed with how much you packed into this little piece. Excellent write!
Deep and multi-layered. I like!