Love Poem to My Mother

We were alone for a little while
in the bright white hospital room
with the darkened sky
peeking through the window.
I wanted to tell you something
you didn’t know—
something I had forgotten to tell you—
so I took your hand,
soft, heavy with dying, into mine—
asked you to remember all those nights
you read to me at bedtime
from the brick-shaped book of poems
when I was only ten years old.
It was in those late hours
I began to understand the depths
of the human heart
long before my own experiences
would carve valley’s into mine—
it was your voice reciting out loud
the verses of poets long-dead
which taught me poetry was a place,
inhabitable,
where I had permission to say anything,
to express everything—
so this is my love poem for you, mom—
this is my gratitude poured onto the page
for every poem you read to me—
each one a discovery, a guide,
part of the road map I will use to travel on
after I find myself lost without you.




DeMaris
6-11-2021

Published by demarisgaunt

I currently live in Greenwood, Indiana. I love to listen to music, books on CD, podcasts or NPR as I work in my studio.  My favorite artists are Andrew Wyeth and Edward Hopper. I love poetry, but only the good stuff that isn’t so abstract I can’t understand it. Abstraction better lends itself to visual art, I think. Stephen Dunn is my favorite poet. He’s said just about anything that can be said about the inner workings of the heart and mind. My favorite novel is Atonement by Ian McEwan. My all time favorite band is The Cure. I love science, and anything that relates to how the mind works. I don’t believe in the supernatural. If I could meet anyone in the world, it would be Richard Dawkins or Steven Pinker. If you don’t buy my art or read my poetry, buy one of their books. It will enrich if not change your life.  My favorite things to do are hiking, kayaking and camping. My favorite food is so common, I’ll keep you in suspense (It starts with a P). I prefer chocolate to vanilla. Green is my favorite color. I have an aversion to planning or scheduling of any kind, and I live for spontaneous adventures! Telephone conversations make me anxious, and I avoid them at almost all cost. I had a happy childhood. I’m having a pretty fantastic adulthood. I have every intention of seeing my 100th birthday, after which I will happily relinquish my guts to the future of medicine. Cheers! ~DeMaris

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