MY MOTHER’S KISS <br /> <br />Your kiss <br /> <br />making the broken <br />eggshell of my mind <br /> <br />invisibly mend itself <br /> <br />a scrambled egg no longer <br /> <br />making the spilt milk <br />of my feelings <br /> <br />jump like an acrobat <br /> <br />back into the bottle <br /> <br />the shattered glass <br /> stitch itself perfectly <br /> <br />(molecule) to(molecule) <br /> <br />until one <br />couldn’t <br />discern <br />(with the naked eye) <br /> <br />the where or when or how <br />it had all fallen apart <br /> <br />your kiss <br /> <br />stuffing the stuffing <br />back into <br /> <br />the cuddly toy <br />my torn heart <br /> <br />the little stitches <br />looking like little x’s <br /> <br /> <br />x x <br /> x x <br /> <br /> x <br /> <br /> <br />they smile <br /> <br />your kiss dressing the world <br />in your laughter. <br /> <br />******* <br /> <br />MY MOTHER’S HANDS <br /> <br />My mother’s hands <br /> <br />washing potatoes <br />washing kids <br />washing pans. <br /> <br />My mother’s hands <br />on bitterly cold days <br /> <br />pegging yet more washing <br />on a pregnant line <br /> <br />the line growing nothing but <br />nappies <br /> <br />her hands blind <br />with the cold. <br /> <br />My mother’s hands <br />ironing clothes <br />ironing clothes <br />ironing countless knickers <br />for my seven sisters. <br /> <br />My mother’s hands <br />taking my hands <br />in hers <br /> <br />such love...such laughter! <br /> <br />My mother’s hands <br />patting talcum powder <br /> <br />on another baby’s bum. <br /> <br />Mum being Mum. <br /> <br />Me, kissing <br /> <br />my mother’s hands <br />for all...they’ve done. <br /> <br />****** <br />My Mother's Tears - A Haiku <br /> <br />Magpies and nappies <br />growing on the Winter line. <br />My Mam...tired...crying.<br /><br />Dónall Dempsey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-mother-s-hands-in-memory-of-my-mother-ita-dempsey/
