For Poetry Friday I’m sharing Poems about Mothers and Daughters for Mother’s Day.
MOTHERS AND DAUGHTERS
Mothers and daughters what ties them together?
Building bonds as sensitive as a feather.
Laughing and crying–sharing joy and sorrow,
years passing too quickly into tomorrow.
Daughters becoming mothers to their mothers,
balancing, listening, inside another.
Mothers always mothers to their daughters,
riding waves over a lifetime of waters.
Mothers and daughters, and daughters and mothers,
a bond worthy to build between each other . . .
©2017 Michelle Kogan
This next poem is by Eavan Boland, from her book A WOMAN WITHOUT A COUNTRY. I’m sorry to say that I couldn’t find it anywhere on line, (it’s a book from my personal library) so if you want to read it in entirety, stop by your library or purchase the book. Here is a bio-link to read more about Eavan Boland at the Poetry Foundation.
TALKING TO MY DAUGHTER LATE AT NIGHT
We have a tray, a pot of tea, a scone.
This is the hour
When one thing pours itself into another:
The gable of our house stored in shadow,
A spring planet bending ice
Into an absolute of light.
Your childhood ended years ago. There is
No path back to it, there is
No certainty I can find
The if or maybe that might remedy
An afternoon you walked up the hill
After school. In winter, in tears.
The fire smolders down into cinders.
Lilac shivers in the March dark.
If love is a civilization,
As I once hoped it was,
And you and I are its living citizens
And if our words
Are less than rules and more than remedies
As we speak, maybe
Someone escapes from a wounded morning
In a small classroom and finds
The world is not stern, after all. Paper birds
Are folded and fly off in the playground.
The Poetry Friday Roundup is hosted this week by Tara Reid at A Teaching Life, stop by for more poems.