Poem for My Mother

 

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POEM FOR MY MOTHER

–Linda Tauhid

this poem
is for my mother
her hands
were soft,
yet firm
for they raised
a gentle, fiery
being
one given to love
and intensity…
through her hands
a new music plays…
a tune that tugs
at cosmic rhythms
and searches earnestly
for Truth–
through her hands
a new music plays;
the song sung by time
and the ages,
the angel’s voices,
the maternal flower
dripping the eternal nectar
of divine-instilled love.
this poem
is for my mother
her hands were soft,
yet firm;
for they raised
a gentle, fiery
being.
in a space
sometimes crowded
by selfishness,
she gave–
through her hands
a new music plays.

Linda Tauhid
Copyright 1984

For Dorothy W. Lindsay, my beloved mother
1919-1984

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