Nurturing a Color

In fading light,

glowing colors blend

and it is impossible to tell

where one begins. So it is

with you and I. When did I begin on my own?

So many years you nurtured and cooked, rocked,

encouraged, and cared for me while fighting for yourself.

As we unblended and became our separate colors, lessons were learned.

What was said and what was left empty in the room for me to choose.

The boundary of where you stood, lines I sometimes crossed.

In the mirror of the years I am in awe of your effort.

You gave, at minimum, years of listening

with your whole face turned toward mine.

Intent on taking each word in

not letting a single one

escape your ear.

Mother’s Day 2016 – Dedicated to my mother and her commitment to keeping her colors vibrant while letting me find my own. 

© Ali Grimshaw 2016

 

 

 

 

7 thoughts on “Nurturing a Color

  1. Ali. You poem is sweet beyond colors and words. What a joy you are in my live and in many others! Mom

    On Fri, May 6, 2016 at 5:21 PM, flashlight batteries wrote:

    > grimshaw posted: “In fading light, glowing colors blend and it is > impossible to tell where one begins. So it is with you and I. When did I > begin on my own? So many years you nurtured and cooked, rocked, encouraged, > and cared for me while fighting for yourself. As” >

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  2. Alicia, Your timing is impeccable. I have the honor of living with a lifelong friend, mentor and sister. We got her connected with hospice a few days ago. I have been feeling the richness of the years. Your poem reflects my reflections exactly. Would like to share with her now and perhaps, continue to contemplate it over time.

    On Fri, May 6, 2016 at 5:21 PM, flashlight batteries wrote:

    > grimshaw posted: “In fading light, glowing colors blend and it is > impossible to tell where one begins. So it is with you and I. When did I > begin on my own? So many years you nurtured and cooked, rocked, encouraged, > and cared for me while fighting for yourself. As” >

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    1. Lisa, I am touched by your words and grateful that mine can provide comfort. Sending you love.

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