Mother had all the looks, I'm sure she would agree,
And she could reach out and touch you with just a
Passing glance, you see.
She had all the great ones, including the loving smile,
But she reserved others for those special times when
She needed to go that extra mile.
You might receive a glare or two when giggling girls were
Lined up on a pew. A glare with raised brows was a warning to heed,
And you knew you would "get it" no matter how much you plead.
Then there was the look of pride, as she spoke of her girls, the grands,
And the greats. And the "innocent" look when caught scheming with them
Cooking up funny, but harmless dire deeds and pranks.
A look of disapproval or disappointment shot your way, left you no
Doubt where you stood, and although she tried to hide her thoughts,
Emotions, and feelings, they could all be read in her steadfast gaze.
Her eyes have now closed and will no longer look upon us in the way
To which we are accustomed, but I feel certain she's still in possession
Of all her looks and even if we don't see them, we can still feel them.
Now when I think to look upon her face, I see the look of Peace her
Countenance shines with love and grace, no longer in pain
And all her fears allayed, her body whole, and her mind is clear as she
Walks upon the heavenly trace.
Dedicated to my mother.
December 31, 1938 - May 20, 2024
Category: Poems