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Certain Sentimental Moments

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Val enjoys writing prose in rhymes by always leaving a message of a life truism in each piece.

Introduction

These Season's Holidays, just like about any other, has brought this reminiscing about some dear faces and places, exposing my sentimental side. I love this facing my own emotional totality, with certain of its aspects not expressed often.

From time to time, and for some brief moments it's good to be sad, pissed, even somewhat regretful, no matter how strange those feelings may appear in my overall emotional repertoire. Except that in my case they always come at a measured intensity.

However, there are those other tender sentimental moments when I am blending with some soft classical music -- notably Chopin's nocturnes, or pieces like Beethoven's "Moonlight Sonata", or Massenet's "Meditation".

Now, out of a respect for those great names in poetry, and not calling myself a poet, I may get inspired at these times around Christmas, my birthday, and New Years', to scribble a few sentimental pieces from my soul's library of rhymes.

As I read them after completion, I smiled at their flaws, but that's what I also do about my own flaws -- smile, accept.

So, here they are, three pieces, one about my mother, gone long ago, about my beloved Europe, mentality of which I'll never lose, and about my kids, now with some grays in their hair reminding me of my own age, serene and beautiful as it is.

Memories Like This Bring About Mixed Emotions -- Joy, Sadness, Nostalgia...

Memories Like This Bring About Mixed Emotions -- Joy, Sadness, Nostalgia...

Life doesn't come with a manual, it comes with a mother.

-- Unknown

Thinking of My Mother

Is she watching over this old body at night

shedding a tear on each line of this face

wondering if she was teaching me right

then disappearing at dawn with grace.


Where are those hands so soft and caring

blessing my soul with their angelic touch

in a childhood without much for sharing

except a heart that loved me so much.


Where are those blue eyes, as if part of sky

to glitter with a joy like morning rays of sun

or was it a secret tear of a suppressed cry

for those hurting things others had done.


Now just the black-and-white photo fading in a frame

capturing that beauty no other woman could possess

so ordinary and humble, and yet in my heart a dame

a feeling that's so sacred, and impossible to express.


I hope she is happy wherever she may be

telling those other angels about her son

now unburdened of hardships and free

enjoying long deserved heavenly fun.

Croatian National Theater in My Home Town that's over Thousand Years Old.

Croatian National Theater in My Home Town that's over Thousand Years Old.

I grew up in Europe where the history comes from.

-- Eddie Izzard

Two Women of My Heart

Two metaphorical women forever living in my heart

the New World, my wife with whom I share dreams

and Europe, my mother with whom I had to part

out of an explorer's spirit, or out of some whims.


By blood and soul a European I'll always be

a son of an ancient town with an epic past

with an ethnic sentiment deep as a sea

a cultural heritage proud and vast.


Now lost in Chopin's gentle piano sound

my heart takes me on a night walk in my town

with ghosts of the knights on horsebacks all around

with torches' smell and chapel's bell dreamy countdown.


Yanked out of my soul's habitat and old home

by gypsy passion to search for something new

here I'm continuing my strange spiritual roam

with no loyalty telling me what's next to do.


Drifting away from ourselves we never really move

warm embrace of mother no wife can make same

memories of childhood no adulthood can remove

so no woman can match Europe, that old dame.

Those Precious Memories Giving Life a Completely New Meaning.

Those Precious Memories Giving Life a Completely New Meaning.

A person's a person no matter how small.

-- Dr. Seuss

Our Kids

They are gifts from love and lust

from times when it was hotter

before collecting all that dust

giving us son or a daughter.


Joy beyond telling

sometimes also pain

cause of heart's swelling

or at time make us go insane.


Handful of steady caring

regardless of their any age

when their games may go daring

whether they are toddler of teenage.


Then they grow a full size

and there's no need to hush

but still come with teary eyes

with another kind of diaper rush.


Then their hair may go all grey

while years are doing the rest

but the vision is their to stay

of a tiny baby on our chest.

© 2021 Val Karas

Comments

Val Karas (author) from Canada on January 04, 2021:

Farah -- Thank you, I got a kind of choked up while I was writing it. So many memories were flooding my heart.

Val Karas (author) from Canada on January 04, 2021:

Pamela -- Yes, we often don't know how much someone means to us until they are gone from our life.

Val Karas (author) from Canada on January 04, 2021:

Peggy -- I am glad you liked the poems. For some reason, especially as we're getting older, that sentiment is gaining in its depth.

Peggy Woods from Houston, Texas on January 03, 2021:

I loved each of these poems. The one about your mother was very touching. I think that we all carry the love of our family and memories of our homes and children in our hearts until we draw our last breath.

Farah N Huq from Dhaka, Bangladesh on January 02, 2021:

That first poem was so well written. Straight from the heart...Loved it!

Pamela Oglesby from Sunny Florida on January 02, 2021:

I like your poems, Val, as they speak the truth. My mother passed away about a year and a half ago, and that first poem sure reminded me of how much I miss her.