Mother's Day After


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    • mlea
    • Very excited and very grateful. My son Michael will be coming back to American soil in about 12 days I want to thank all of you for your prayers and well wishes and strength.

    Mother's Day After

    Listen, do you hear it?
    It is the sound of NO hands clapping,
    no feet flopping,
    no gums flapping!
    The house is empty, but for me.

    The company has gone home,
    All opinions gone with them.
    The house relaxes once again,
    And breathes a sigh of relief.

    So many big personalities
    In such a small place.
    Not easy,
    All talking,
    No listening.
    I back away and watch.
    Much more to learn...
    Much less to be said.

    Oh don't misunderstand,
    I love them all
    And they all love each other.
    It is like the feeling of homecoming
    After a vacation.
    The experience, great
    But I so love sleeping in my own bed.

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    laydbak1 commented on Mother's Day After


    Awe, this is a such a nice piece... Conjured up wonderful images of being around my own large family at my mother's for a holiday or special occasion during the year... You said it beautifully, "So many big personalities, In such a small place." That's how it really is, isn't it...??? Everyone talking, listening only out of the corners of their minds... Everyone knows who they are, and they're all just as important as each other... It's fun, and we love the camaraderie of it all, but we're glad too when it's over and we can get back to the less chaotic peace and serenity of our quiet place by ourselves... Great write..



    Wow, I am grateful for your words, thank you for looking in.Family reunions, no matter the holiday are a great source of observation...I love it, thanks again, mlea

    Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

    Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

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