MARY
Smiling, she looked at me hard
Swimming and spinning through the field
Moving and chanting in the twilight
We grew to the truth of the feel
Like dancing through a field of poppies
Like bouncing on the waves in the ether
Like living the long road through beauty
And singing the most beautiful of songs
She delivered me
She set me, ever so gently, down
She promised me, I'd never be lost
Again
And so today, I'm found
She mesmerized me that very first moment
She made me promises, yet never spoke a word
She took me into her confidence
She had me pray, though I did not concur
She hit me with her perfumed glove
And lead me nine steps to the altar
Somehow she had helped me understand
That the love was all around her
The things she whispered
The joy she wept
She made me feel
At home again
And since that day
I'm no longer afraid
Of my father......
Tony Taylor (Chicago)
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Mother's are the epitome of our education, our views, our motivations, our unspoken mannerisms. The following lines are capturing:
"Smiling, she looked at me hard
 Swimming and spinning through the field
 Moving and chanting in the twilight
 We grew to the truth of the feel
 Like dancing through a field of poppies
 Like bouncing on the waves in the ether
 Like living the long road through beauty
 And singing the most beautiful of songs"
"She delivered me
 She set me, ever so gently, down
 She promised me, I'd never be lost
 Again
 And so today, I'm found"
"The things she whispered
 The joy she wept
 She made me feel
 At home again
 And since that day
 I'm no longer afraid
 Of my father......"
And the last stanza is fantastic. It speaks to an unstated tensions. It to speaks to the caress of a mother's words.
Well written.
Hopefully, you are speaking of your mother, else my perception of the prose-poem is askew.
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Glenn, I thank you so much for that, and certainly I can see your take on this, however, my intent was that Mary was returning a lost soul to Jesus and when you think about it, either interpretation works. One of my favorite things about poetry.....the minds eye of the reader!.............thanx again G......tony