About the Poem
This poem was written in response to a request from a friend. She wanted something special for her mom for Mother's Day. In talking with my friend, she was very open and honest about her feelings for her mother and I tried to capture that honesty and openness in this poem.
My Bridge |
| by E.W. Richardson |
| Mother, as I look back over the years, I see you there in my memories . . . soft toned reflections, like the sun on a millstone pond at dusk . . . You've always protected me, sometimes overly so and I know you worry, perhaps too much, trying to understand my crazy ways . . . but your love has never wavered. Your support and insight, thoughtfulness and encouragement have been my bridge . . . a bridge of sighs, smiles and love that spans the dark chasms of my existence. Of all the good things in my life, those precious things . . . innumerable stars and rare jewels . . . you are the most true. |
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LINDA
very moving , I realy enjoyed your poem
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