The Mother’s Song
under the
horse-chestnut tree
in the shade
with my little darling
are the loveliest moments
Laugh aloud
sweet angel
Wave those arms
like you’d fly like a bee
in the open
Darling of my life
this moment
will always be in my mind
like a coin closed tight
in a pauper’s palm
The Child, now an adult, remembers the Mother’s Song
there were days
those were the days
when my mum held me in her arms
under the
horse-chestnut tree
in the shade
and there she sang me her songs
and whispered me her gentle words
and held me close to her radiant face
Those were the days,
that the time,
when my mother’s voice
filled the space
and my being
under the
horse-chestnut tree
in the shade
Jul 9, 2012
Jul 9, 2012 at 3:28 AM UTC
The Mother’s Song
under the
horse-chestnut tree
in the shade
with my little darling
are the loveliest moments
Laugh aloud
sweet angel
Wave those arms
like you’d fly like a bee
in the open
Darling of my life
this moment
will always be in my mind
like a coin closed tight
in a pauper’s palm
The Child, now an adult, remembers the Mother’s Song
there were days
those were the days
when my mum held me in her arms
under the
horse-chestnut tree
in the shade
and there she sang me her songs
and whispered me her gentle words
and held me close to her radiant face
Those were the days,
that the time,
when my mother’s voice
filled the space
and my being
under the
horse-chestnut tree
in the shade
*Poem based on :"Under the Horse Chestnut Tree" by Mary Cassatt, drypoint and aquatint print, 1898
*Also see "Just do it" by Victoria:
http://hellopoetry.com/poem/just-do-it-1/?l=poems-by-poet:victoria-1:latest
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