EMILY My brother how he is growing Like a tumbleweed just rolling around Ever changing That voice of his ,finally deeper Although it has been a long squeaky journey My mother’s heartstring I know But my mother’s heart can hold many strings Once I saw her with her knitting, needles clicking A basket full of yarn at her side and likened The different skeins to members of our family Of course father was the brilliant blue Like his sparkling eyes Faithfully she entwined the loops Pearling them together like the backbone of our family Its traditions, its pillars of strength Steadfast to endure Engrained in her every gesture She labors and toils to get things just right I have feared for mom since father has Been gone With only John to oversee the ‘manly’ duties During his absence John I know, has reached that curve We children always reach It was that cold and rainy night And I had decided to bring Missy our cat To mom before retiring to my room When I was about to enter I chanced upon Mom and John eyes locked There was eerily silence The stream of rain in the background pelting down Made it more pronounced And the constant pop and sparks from the fireplace And then I saw this puzzled look That same look she gave me when I turned 16 A sadness, a hurt, a look of disbelief I wondered if it would end in a cascade of tears And hugs like it did with us? But no John cleared his throat and began the tale Of Mr. Avery down the street, And his chance meeting of a mouse John forever the storyteller Missy shifted in my arms making A mighty purr and then John Glanced in my direction He had seen me, but mother had not It was an intense look A knowing look that we shared that day. Then mom leans down A brief cradled hug Holding John close to her, with eyes closed Missy lets out an impatient cry She longs to sit in moms lap and be pampered Then mother notices me, and reaches for Missy Missy settles blissfully among mom’s many skirts Dad’s picture is on the mantle I never really noticed just have much John favors dad Of course mom with her reddish hair, and green eyes Does reflect somewhat The embers in the fireplace crackle and steam There is a calm in the air Mom has reached for her knitting and The rhythmic clicking of the needles has begun. I decided to sit by my brother on the floor And for a few brief seconds There is such peace. The winds blows one scattered gale Causing the shutter to clang outside As the rain continues hammering down The candles glow and John rises to go to bed I take his place, and mom reaches down and hugs me It is time for me to go to bed also I rise give mom a kiss on the cheek And go off to bed. By Mary L. Palermo Copyright October 2014
Posted on: Thu, 09 Oct 2014 03:27:28 +0000
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