MY WISH
If I had just one wish, it would be to see my mother again.
To passionately gaze into her flawless beauty.
To behold her perfection!
If I had just one wish, it would be to see my mother again.
To stand in awe of her completeness, her virtuous form.
To behold her excellence!
The fantasy of my mother would not appear as an apparition.
No, my mother in my garden of dreams, she is a goddess
from heaven.
She would present herself as I remember, soft, sweet, warm, smiling
joyously at the lives of her three daughters.
I would embrace her, nestling my head to her breast, clinging to her
precious life and under no circumstances would I let her go!
She would take my face to her palms and smile. Our memories would unite
and together we would recall our past.
Oh God, if I just had one wish, just one wish, it would be to see my mother
again.
To secure that final moment I saw her last.
To behold her immortality!
Doreen Pratt
New Haven, CT
This
poem is in memory of my mother Beverly Pratt Bess. The poem is taken from my
collection of poetry called Peek into my Secret Closet by Doreen Pratt.