Drapery

Compare time to a mother's love
and there is no comparison. Who would
connive in refined despair ten different
ways to forget yet shake, frail and rattled,
in their bed, fall backwards into sleep
and drown in their jet bloodied dreams?

I will never say, I used to know him.
I will always admit to loving you fully,
not because you are my child, but because
you will always be my child, though you've
outgrown me by almost half a foot and sometimes
I stammer when I look at you.

You have, after all, grown up, past childhood
and a mother's make-it-better kiss. I, too, have
had my follies, my homesick way of dealing
with things. I know I view things from my heart
and not my reason. And so, for that reason,
you can roll your eyes and slam every door

but you can not, you absolutely may not
harm yourself in front of my eyes. I forbid it.





Poetry by Lisa Zaran
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Written on 2011-01-06 at 22:19

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Eli The PoetBay support member heart!
Written with what feels like break-neck speed, and with intense truth.

Thanks.
2011-06-04


countryfog The PoetBay support member heart!
The only unconditional love I've ever known, perhaps the only one any of us has ever known. And Jim is right, it is different from a father's love, who will never really know what it is to have a life begin inside us, nurture it for nine months and give it birth.

I hope the last lines are not truly as ominous as they sound.
2011-01-07



Even as a dad I acknowledge that a child's love for his or her mother is a primal and unique love. I love your line:

I will always admit to loving you fully,
not because you are my child, but because
you will always be my child

Your title is interesting, and puzzling.

A wonderful poem that for me brings back memories of my mother.

jim
2011-01-07