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Thursday, May 8, 2014

Mother's Day Poem


My mother—a gorgeous, brainy architectural design engineer in 60’s stiletto pumps and lipstick who inspired me to think. To interpret correctly, to re-read and find the truth lodged between desperate lines of poetry. To sing sad songs, not because we’re sad--but for the simple reason that certain songs stir our soul—thus becoming meaningful. Warning us that while experimenting we should be prepared for criticism, because she was ready to offer advice and newspaper clippings supporting her point of view. Though I fall shy of her wit, her beauty and above all her knowledge, I am still in awe of her strength and the profound grace that made her my mother.



Of course she inspired my writing and here's a poem about that process. As a 'word-engineer', I'm hoping this inspires someone to see how something new can be created from our past experiences.
Little Engineer

When I was just a tiny girl,
I did many naughty things,
I played with mommy’s curlers,
And daddy’s funny springs.

Then one day I went to school,
Read everything I saw.
Listened when it wasn’t cool,
even learning how to draw!

One day doodling,
Something suddenly sprang!
It whirled, twirled,
Purred, hummed,
In magic levitation--
It practically sang--
The zing of...
first creation.


By Eve Gaal

9 comments:

  1. I love your poem and story about your mother. She sounds amazing. This is a coincidence I just about to mail you and ask what happened to your blog when I saw your post.

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  2. I love your tribute to your mom, Eve. She did make you a thinker...and one with a beautiful soul.

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  3. Hey Eve,

    A well constructed poem, my good friend. Such a loving dedication to your beloved mother. Ah yes, my mother gets two Mother's Day wishes from me. The one in March and May.

    Gary :)

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  4. What a lovely post today.
    Your Mum sounds like a fabulous person, the stilettos alone are a huge plus. but really what a wonderful story and poem about and for her.

    cheers, parsnip

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  5. I doodle, too. While my mom never encouraged me, her mental illness gave me strength to overcome anything.

    Hugs and chocolate!

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  6. Loved it. Nothing like creativity.

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  7. Wonderful poem and lovely tribute to your mum.

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