Mother’s Day Evening
Hiding in Lilac Bush
The post below, for mothers and infants, was originally posted in the springtime, for Mother’s day evening, but I am linking it to Bluebell Books Short Story Slam.
It’s a poem for mothers–though I suppose it doesn’t so much express appreciation of mothers as of motherhood. (Happy Mother’s Day everyday!)
Going In to Look at My Daughter Asleep
When I walk into your room,
I try to sneak
beneath your soft
small breaths like
hiding inside the
lilac bush, trying not to laugh, like
the dreams in which I
sit with my dead
grandmother, so happy to
have her back. It’s a rebirth
each time I see you after
not seeing you; it’s
as if, you miracle, made
the dead rise.
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ManicDDaily 
May 9, 2010 at 8:02 pm
typo?
as if you miracle had made
May 9, 2010 at 8:45 pm
Thanks.
October 12, 2011 at 10:51 am
Wow. I love the flow of this; I read it so quickly in my head. It takes you on a tiny journey, and one which ends in a smile. Nicely written.
October 12, 2011 at 11:17 am
love it,
tender feelings beautifully captured.
🙂
October 12, 2011 at 11:49 am
Thanks, so much, Morning.
October 12, 2011 at 1:55 pm
So cool!!! I love this poem. Very, very nicely done! Blessings, Terri
October 12, 2011 at 2:40 pm
Thanks, Terri!
October 12, 2011 at 11:59 pm
Tender words well spun.
October 13, 2011 at 10:53 am
i love this”breaths like
hiding inside the
lilac bush,”
because i love the smell when you pass a lilac bush. imagine the smell hiding inside!! oh my
October 13, 2011 at 11:46 am
I can imagine you with a tender smile on your lips as you wrote this. Simply beautiful.
October 13, 2011 at 1:52 pm
elegantly perfect, thanks for sharing.
October 16, 2011 at 2:57 am
I like this poem so much. I often dream of my father. He and I are always laughing together in my dreams. It’s nice to know I am not the only one to dream of the dead and find it comforting. Thank you!
October 16, 2011 at 6:52 am
thanks you, Kay.
October 16, 2011 at 12:19 pm
Beautiful!
Anna :o]
I’m here!
October 18, 2011 at 5:44 pm
such tender feeling that you have so well captured well done
http://gatelesspassage.com/2011/10/17/to-my-son/
March 5, 2013 at 12:03 pm
you do wonderfully with time in this almost lilting poem. it is soft and your voice is sure. How lovely to sit with your dead grandmother in a dream, and this lightly placed next to your daughter’s bed. really beautiful.