Painting by Lovie Jordan
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As I sit contemplating the words to write that
Could adequately encapsulate the feelings that
Well up when I think of you……..
Words I search for that I know you’ll never read
Or hear but words I’m compelled to write.
I remember that young Lovie; vibrant, beautiful,
Protective mom – watching intently over her children.
Not letting them too far from your grasp, eliciting
Instructions on life and safety, preparing them
For such a time as this…..
A time when you can no longer share in their
Everyday lives. I wonder what you’d be telling
Them now.
I see and feel your spirit in the eyes of your son –
Beautiful, gentle, loving. I feel his pain as he makes
His way up the hill to that place where you reside
For now.
I imagine his care as he lovingly, patiently feeds you
And sits with you and remembers all the things he
Promised he’d never forget.
I’ve come to know his love and admiration for such
A creative person you are. I’ve come to know the
Love and sadness in his voice as he tells me of
His Sunday afternoon visits. I’ve grown closer
To you by his recalling “the times of Lovie”.
I sense your spirit and your warmth through your
Paintings as if I knew you well. The detail, the
Precision of strokes, the use of color and movement.
Life has a way of moving on even when we can’t.
I pray that somehow, somewhere in that limbo state
That you feel his presence there with you today. I
Pray for grace that you’d know the touch of his hand
And hear and understand the depth, breath and height of
His words……”I love you mom”. Maybe today you’ll
Know, maybe today you’ll remember his sweetness
And smile.
Happy Birthday Lovie!!!
2/22/2016
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My mom, Lovie, would love this poem you wrote about her. Thanks