Val enjoys writing his own style of what resembles poetry, just hoping to catch someone's heart on the same page.
Being a mother is an attitude, not a biological relation.
-- Robert A. Heinlein
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 her 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.
© 2022 Val Karas