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September 07, 2006
Mother of Pearl
Mother of Pearl
As a child my mother and I were pipers on a rocky moor, draping songs over stone before the tide pulled his cover over the shore.
We sat on beds of moss quietly waiting to see if the process was gentle, if there would be a wake to the sleep.
The tide tucked the shore into an ebbing rest, sculpting sand like a father smoothing a child's brow on his breast.
Wind, wife of Tide, sang a lullaby of waves to Shore: "Be still tonight you'll gather stones, tomorrow breath." I watched mom, as she began learning the gentleness she never knew. The sun, slipping away like a Nanny walking light from the room. In the dim glow, I met my eyes in my mother's. She would stay, absorbing all she'd seen, releasing me to fly down the coast free-a dream.
I Ran.
Quickly.
without a backwards glance. But now, as a woman, I'm drawn to where she memorized the sea. The tide seemed smaller now, The current weaker.
The sand squeaked a cry as I walked its shore.
And I wonder, how many hourglasses filled? How much sand was swept awaiting my return? Sick from longing, I searched for footprints long since drifted. Scanned the horizon for my mother. Before I turned to go, my eyes met a wall of shells piled high faintly shining though their dust.
I dug.
Cutting myself on the broken shards, I knew it was there I would find her. Waiting.
My mother
Buried pearl.
| By Heidi V. | 12:19 PM
Comments
Heid,This is sooo beautiful!! Is this your own poem?? I love it!! I miss you sooooo much! Hugs from Korea!Rachel
Posted by: Anonymous at September 14, 2006 05:54 PM
Yep, I wrote it about my trip home to see my family in August. Ugh...lump in throat...I miss you and I want Kim Chee! :(
Posted by: Heidi V. at September 15, 2006 05:51 AM
This is great Heidi. You are so talented. I miss you!
Posted by: winks at September 16, 2006 05:47 AM
Jennie, Blush...thanks. I miss you too Mrs.winks-a-mah-jinks.
Posted by: Heidi V. at September 18, 2006 06:45 AM