Many of us know Matt on WP. He has been a great friend since the Xanga days. If you cannot recall his name, his id is Elusive words. What a beautiful id! I wish I had thought of it before he did! All my ideas go by the roadside when it comes to originality.
Anyway, Matt (sometimes I call him Mattie), has been so gracious with his time and help to me on several occasions. He is so smart and knows so much about computing and all the tech crap! Me, I know didly. So, I holler when I have some problem and I am sure he thinks, here comes this mad woman again.
Having said that, Matt is such a genuine guy. He is so complimentary about my poems and my thoughts; so many times he compares my gardening and cooking to his mother’s work. Sons and mothers— what special place they hold in each other’s heart!
SO, I wrote a poem for him, about his feelings for his mother. He didn’t know I was going to write about it; I surprised him.
Love you Mattie.
MOTHER! (For Elusive Words. )
My world in the fabric of your scarf covering me
my blessings in the touch of your working hands~
you were the shade in the wilderness of my youth
guiding me, lighting my path along the grains of sands
that littered my unbalanced mind!
The light of your eyes, benevolent and compassionate
gave radiance to my cloudy, helter-skelter life;
you understood me, and with your gentleness
touched my soul– I grew up, without fear–
small steps of strength against venoms of strife!
I see your face on the pages of my Bible
hear your voice in the words there,
I smell you near me when I am in the kitchen
and I smile when I feel your presence-
How many years has it been?
I continue to feel the touch of your slender
over-worked fingers, and hear the soft words
whispered at my silly aches and tears. Mother, you
are my poem, and I miss you— always!
Zakiah Sayeed December 21, 2017