Mother Daughter Poem

Mothers Know

As her mother washes dishes at the kitchen sink, and she sits at the table copying down recipes, she thinks that her mother doesn't know what burden is on her heart. Suddenly she feels those motherly arms around her, comforting her. They have a heart to heart bond that communicates without words.

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Kitchen Talk

Published by Family Friend Poems July 2006 with permission of the Author.

Into the arms of my mother my heart tumbles
she washes dishes her back to me now
but she sees me, this I am sure of.
I sit at her kitchen counter copying recipe secrets
onto cards for my own.
I am penciling a half a cup of Crisco
two cups of sifted flour...
The words on the cards stir together and
get blended with my tears.
Focus, I think to myself because I fear she
will discover my heartache.
Forty or Four, I should know by now
that she sets her eyes on the inside.
But I am too late.
She knew before I sat down near her.
Our silent hearts feeling each other.
She comes from behind and wraps her arms
around me like a veil.
And my heart melts because they are the arms of my angel.
I am all right
really I am
for in the arms of my mother
mixed with dish soap and recipe cards
my heart has tumbled and is safe.
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