Mother Moon's Message in Troubled Times - 1. Chapter 1 Moon Worship

Nicely done, Gary!

I can particularly relate to the sentiments in the first piece.

A lovely remembrance of the woman your mother was. Thanks for again sharing your memories of her.

You speak to the moon, I go to the sea ...

Mothers are a strange mix of emotions for most of us, boys in particular.  I think only time can sort some of those feelings out for us...when we were little, we enjoyed the warmth and security we got from being held; as we grew older we felt somehow limited by those same feelings, like they were holding us back, but at times even then we needed that reassurance.  It was once we became teens and then young adults going out on our own that we felt free...but how often did we wish to experience that warmth one more time deep in our hearts?
How often did we feel trapped by a call to hear her ask what we were up to, and how we were doing, then hasten the call to go join friends?
Only once those calls have ceased because Time has taken that loved one from us do we remember those calls with a mix of joy and regret for not having had them go on longer, or more often.  I spoke to my mother almost every day until she died, and visited her as often as I could, yet it seemed not enough when she was finally gone.
We had no set place or event that brought us together, but every moment was one we bonded over and shared, at her house, walking in a park, or visiting relatives.  And yet, it's the feeling of her arms and love that springs to mind when I think of her, going back to a time when we watched a late monster movie when I was ten and she made popcorn for us.
Even now, thirteen years on, I will get an urge to call her and mention something I saw or heard that day that she would have enjoyed too...then I remember, and my day loses some of that sparkle it held until that moment. 

Thanks G-Man for this wonderful image of your own mother.  Hugs and kisses, my friend.  I wish they were from your mother, but a friend's may help anyway. 

Beautiful. I love the description of your mother. I feel like I can see her. 

16 hours ago, Marty said:

Nicely done, Gary!

I can particularly relate to the sentiments in the first piece.

Thanks, Marty. Memories of my mom habituate my life, especially in these later years. So many of them are good ones, and they help when the bad ones arise. So glad you could relate.  

14 hours ago, dughlas said:

A lovely remembrance of the woman your mother was. Thanks for again sharing your memories of her.

You speak to the moon, I go to the sea ...

Thanks, bro. She was a lovely woman, and a strong one. I miss her every day. 

I think many of us speak to the natural world and the celestial heavens. Whether it's the sun or the moon or the sea or the forests, it gives us solace. Being able to pour out feelings or calm our minds is a universal need. I don't need organized religion or a belief in doctrine in order to pray.  

6 hours ago, ColumbusGuy said:

Mothers are a strange mix of emotions for most of us, boys in particular.  I think only time can sort some of those feelings out for us...when we were little, we enjoyed the warmth and security we got from being held; as we grew older we felt somehow limited by those same feelings, like they were holding us back, but at times even then we needed that reassurance.  It was once we became teens and then young adults going out on our own that we felt free...but how often did we wish to experience that warmth one more time deep in our hearts?
How often did we feel trapped by a call to hear her ask what we were up to, and how we were doing, then hasten the call to go join friends?
Only once those calls have ceased because Time has taken that loved one from us do we remember those calls with a mix of joy and regret for not having had them go on longer, or more often.  I spoke to my mother almost every day until she died, and visited her as often as I could, yet it seemed not enough when she was finally gone.
We had no set place or event that brought us together, but every moment was one we bonded over and shared, at her house, walking in a park, or visiting relatives.  And yet, it's the feeling of her arms and love that springs to mind when I think of her, going back to a time when we watched a late monster movie when I was ten and she made popcorn for us.
Even now, thirteen years on, I will get an urge to call her and mention something I saw or heard that day that she would have enjoyed too...then I remember, and my day loses some of that sparkle it held until that moment. 

Thanks G-Man for this wonderful image of your own mother.  Hugs and kisses, my friend.  I wish they were from your mother, but a friend's may help anyway. 

Yes, relationships with our moms can travel along rocky roads at times, but when it comes right down to it, a mother's love is one of the strongest things I've ever encountered. I had those hurried calls too, my friend, and what I wouldn't give to be able to pick up the phone now. I know too about that lost sparkle. We can talk to them still, but it's not the same. I always appreciate the hugs and kisses from you.  

5 hours ago, Thorn Wilde said:

Beautiful. I love the description of your mother. I feel like I can see her. 

Thanks, Thorn. She was a beautiful woman, and she loved deeply. I know the pain that can and did come with that. So glad you could picture her.  

I love these. The first is wonderful, elegaic, and brings images of brightness and laughter to me. The second surrounds me in silver light, in quiet and reflection. Thank you.

17 hours ago, Parker Owens said:

I love these. The first is wonderful, elegaic, and brings images of brightness and laughter to me. The second surrounds me in silver light, in quiet and reflection. Thank you.

Thanks, Parker. I'm pleased you enjoyed these little offerings.  

These are beautiful, Gary. It’s nice to have poetry in the anthology, and as always your words convey such wonderful imagery.  Like mom’s moon earrings. 
Thank you. 
 

36 minutes ago, Defiance19 said:

These are beautiful, Gary. It’s nice to have poetry in the anthology, and as always your words convey such wonderful imagery.  Like mom’s moon earrings. 
Thank you. 
 

Hey, Def! I've missed you! Hope all is well in this crazy time. Yeah, I wanted to see poetry in the anthology too, so I wrote some.   I can picture my mother wearing those earrings (they did look like moons) and that yellow dress, just after she found out she was pregnant with my kid sister... she was so happy... after having gone through a dark period. 

I'm so pleased you liked these, my friend... cheers , and stay safe... Gary....  

Wonderful, Gary.

I met your mother.

I love the contradiction: a simply complicated man 

As always, I enjoyed your poetry very much.

2 hours ago, aditus said:

Wonderful, Gary.

I met your mother.

I love the contradiction: a simply complicated man 

As always, I enjoyed your poetry very much.

Thanks, Adi! I'm glad you met her in my poem. She was such a force in real life.  

I appreciate the kind words... 'simply complicated' about sums me up... cheers... Gary....  

Please accept my belated response, but I found these two poems to be beautifully written, Gary.  The tribute to your mother is stunning and almost makes me feel as if I knew your mother.  At least I got a brief glimpse of her from the descriptions you provided.  The second poem wonderful and heartfelt homage to the moon, something which I think all too many of us simply ignore or just take for granted.  Well done.  

44 minutes ago, Bill W said:

Please accept my belated response, but I found these two poems to be beautifully written, Gary.  The tribute to your mother is stunning and almost makes me feel as if I knew your mother.  At least I got a brief glimpse of her from the descriptions you provided.  The second poem wonderful and heartfelt homage to the moon, something which I think all too many of us simply ignore or just take for granted.  Well done.  

Glad you liked these, Bill. I've been stuck in the house for two weeks battling a truly brutal chest cold, so there has been no talking to the moon. Every night at my mare's third feeding, I would always look up at the skies for a few minutes... it would give me such peace as I listened to her chew her grain... but my horse is gone now, after almost thirty-one years of life. The sound of her chewing is gone, but the moon is still there for when I'm up and about.  

My mom was a wonderful, strong, flawed woman, and I miss her deeply. Thanks for checking these out, my friend.