Through my Mama's eyes

This morning I went to a poetry workshop at my school. The workshops are part of a grant that my school was awarded to combine poetry and music for a performance in May. (I am teaching the music part of these workshops). We were asked to write about ourselves through the eyes of someone else. I chose my mom because I was thinking about her this morning when I woke up. While writing, I pictured my mom doing some mundane task when her mind gently drifts to thoughts of me. Thus, a poem to celebrate her love for me and the seven month of my life in NYC.


Transitioning. She still marches to the beat
of her own band.
1,200 miles away living her dreams. I miss her so,
but life is easier because of Calvin.
Calvin, I love him so. He pleases me so and brings me
peace after over two years of divorce.
It was hard to have peace with Kenny.
How my daughter loves him so and favors him.
Her hands, her hair, her music, her pig-headedness
They remind me of Kenny and ...
Well, enough about Kenny. I don’t want
to dwell on him but to dwell sweetly on my daughter.
Amanda, I am so proud of her. She has a heart
for Jesus and is now serving in NYC.
I saw it coming. She is a lover of danger and
adventure which will probably lead one day to death.
I am happy for you my daughter (though I miss you so),
and I know the City suits you well.
You love beauty and art just for the sake of both ...
and well, New York is big enough that it’s got to be there.
I know that you look forward to seeing me there
eventually. I hope others have already visited you.
My thoughts are starting to wander now but
my love for you never will. Amanda. ♥