YOUR POETIC SON

YOUR POETIC SON

Mothers Day Poem

Ricardo Antonio Garcia

Mothers

are an anomaly to some, and

dearest markers

of purpose and direction to others.

From the straddling arms

to the touch

of a her breast feeding, the smell

or her skin

made us bond more so.

Running cries

of elbow or knee injuries

manifested away by her love

and Bandaids

from the bathroom cabinet.

With the fast pace of society

mothers try

and children stumble

outside her rules, slipping

back into her Grace, as mothers do.

We celebrate

the day because no matter what

childbirth alone

was her sacrifice to your presence

and you have

made quite a show, good or bad

through all the fuss and fighting

she was always

there to contribute her care.

Unfortunately Mothers

are suffering

in parts of the World, trying to

keep their malnourished babies alive

and keeping up

with a household without a husband

as so many

had been killed by genocide.

Still a day

of acknowledging the suffrages

and the blessed giving’s of Mothers:

the borders crossing

will be filled with her glowing light

which is

radiant in her compassion.

Even hardcore mercenaries of War

take off their helmets

on this Holy day for their Mothers

finding

the wherewithal to cry a tear

for the child years

before the tsunami of tragedy.

So many times as a grown man

I would of loved

to nestle in the arms of my Mother

whose caring abyss

served my Soul.

To ‘all’ the Mothers in this World

on this day, your day

I spread my love as a radiant beacon

touching

the fine lines or smoothness of your face

saying

that I love you for who you are.

Your Poetic Son …