Poets United

This is my Mom, I think the age of the photo or the chair, makes her hair look auburn.  It wasn't, it was dark
brown. We were at camp, so I'd say, she is 30-31 here. We use to rent a camp for a week on Swan Lake, when I was nine, ten, and eleven yrs old, we use to rent a camp for a week on Swan Lake.  Dad then to trade his motorcycle for a boat; This way the whole family could go to the lake.  This was back in the days, when areas were more remote, secluded.  There was a beach, everyone called Walker's Beach.  You could walk miles through the woods to get there or by boat. We spent a lot of weekend's at this spot. It wasn't private, I'd say, 4-5 families would be there. It now is a state park.  

Poets United prompt #15 is  REMEMBER;  The poet mentioned was Leonard Cohen. One of the poems included in his book is Who Do You Really Remember?

 I chose My Mom, reflecting my time with her, growing up. She nurtured me, like I was her prized rose (oh, yeah, I was).    ;-D  She is the last rose of summer; This is what my Dad called her since her birthday is this month. On the last day of summer, She will turn 70 yrs young.

Chocolate eyes filled with care

Wavy, warm chestnut hair

Hands always reaching

Smiling and teaching

Wiping my crocodile tears

Talking me out of my fears

Watching patiently at her knee

We made biscuits, I was 3

Smelled of frosting wore a skirt

Planting her green thumbs in the dirt

Gave me art as a gift

Painted emotions time would shift

Volunteered at my school

My Mom was pretty cool

Always listened to my rant

Talked me out of I can’t

Helped me pull sad weeds

Planting inspiring seeds

Mother’s hands embrace my face

She gave me love, time and space

A Mother’s love is deep n’ wide

She gave me wings

With hope

I'll glide