mother’s days…

By John Blase | May 12, 2012 |

for Mom

The peach tree in the front yard bloomed

on the day you were born. She wrote this down

not long ago because she felt I’d want to

know. I did.

My mother also wrote I read to you alot,

it was rare for me to leave you with a sitter;

where I was, you were.

I do not recall those days as I was very young and

so was she, but she has not yet forgotten.

Still I am indebted to such witness for I am older

now and so is she and days may come when

she will ask how was it when we were

very young?

On those days I will read into my mother’s ears

stories of peach blooms in March, this while sitting

by her side as she did mine.