Memories of an Apron

Inspired by Pauline, at Writing Down The Words, I wrote the first verse in her comments and then continued later. She got me thinking about an apron my mom had when I was a very young child and which conjured all kinds of warm fuzzy feelings! I wish I had a photo of it and no googled image could ever do it justice. It shall remain locked in my mind's eye I suppose....but maybe you can see it just a little!

yellow hooped apron

red strawberries all over

mom's baking cookies

I searched and clicked
and kept hoping to see it
around my mom's waist

her young face beaming
with the promise of baking
and a mother's love

I just googled it
what did I really expect
of course it's not there

it is in my mind's eye
always safely tucked away ...
precious memories

Mother of Invention, having a sudden yearning to bake cookies with my mom.

The Artist Says It All

Mother Earth's Tears

On a trip out to BC, I visited many art galleries and loved the influence of the Coastal Native Peoples. Aboriginal people everywhere revere the earth and all that it gives them. I got a card with an artist's depiction of Mother Earth crying and I had to write a Haiku poem about it. The friend who received the card only had the first verse....here is the entire piece.....

Mother Earth's Tears
Slip like blue raindrops,
diamonds falling down through
her long slim fingers
Oh, why does she cry?
Perhaps we sadden her when
we mistreat the Earth,
when we leave our mark
on her land, sea, and water
and we pay no heed,
She cries for our loss
and that we don't hear her
weeping and mourning
There might still be time
to save this sacred place -
It is up to us
to respond to her,
the tall, longhaired raven girl,
shedding tears for us

Mother of Invention
copyright 2005