Sitting next to you so dependent on your love
Absorbing the most minute nuances of your being
From birth, to the drive-in for a Slim Jim, from your courtesies
To your rage.
Opening the glove box, readying it's tray complete with a cupholder,
You chose our order carefully, a smile so empathetic; I know it was hard.
In the mornings, alone with little me, preparing breakfast, (did you eat?).
Lying on your bed watching you apply your powder, slithering into your
girdle, an unrequired restraint. Blotting your perfectly shaped lips with
tissue, snapping your change purse, clutching my hand, locking the door,
checking it twice to be sure it was secured. You were scared, yet you had
me beside you, observing your sighs, your worries, your chestnut eyes
sometimes teary, your manicured hands on the steering wheel of the old
Green Hornet backing down the driveway, crossing fingers we wouldn't
land in the ditch. Again. Your profile was so beautiful, your brown hair
quaffed to perfection, teased, sprayed, readied for your role as a confident,
cheerful woman. I saw the in betweenness, the ledger book you managed
with keen accuracy, the way you seemed to always be planning, thinking of
a way for Us.
Eager, on the edge of my seat, your window rolled down, the warm spring
air greets the exchange of hard earned dimes for a girl's night out; I felt
your contentment in providing us this indulgence, sipping soda, dipping
fries into ketchup; a moment to inhale, to feel okay, to know you got us
through another week despite my un-awareness of your known hardships.
Saturday noises, a lawn mower pushed by the landlord, ( he never raised
the rent you'd share someday); the neighbourly chats by the fence, the
freedom of swinging as the sun watched me soaring into my little girl
bliss.
Sitting next to you, so dependent on your love. Your love.
Comments (11)
Rock - So fun to see you Rock & Rolling all over - Oh, that’s a Nash Metropolitan on your heading! We had Bob’s Big Boy (Roller-Skate) Waitress’ who brought us the trays! *No need for ‘Mandatory’ Tip adds; as of late. So glad you “Loved” Kristen Balyeat’s & my ‘The Llama & Koala’ - A nice thing to say. j.in.l.a.
Oh to snuggle into togetherness than now and forever. Nostalgia and sameness, expected and unexpected. What a comfort the warmth of togetherness brings.
This was absolutely wonderful! And now I feel like eating fries hehehe. Loved your poem!
Beautiful. Sweet contentment & bliss, stored in a memory filled with appreciation.
So evocative of everything a mother is and tries to be!
Beautiful work and wonderful words ♡
Lovely hand-holding of a creation.
This was such a a sweet poem! Beautifully written! 💜
Love that spend some of your life and encounters with us. Great poetry
This is so lovely, such a holding.
That’s really sweet. Beautifully written ☺️