Tuesday, February 13, 2024

Mothers Weave Their Children’s Hearts

Mother and daughter weaving

A Valentine for All Moms… 

From tender filaments, 

Mothers weave the precious hearts of their children. 

Out of freshest, greenest blades of supple, new grass, 

They nurture them into living tapestries 

Of discovery and promise. 

Mothers hold each new shoot gently, firmly and steadily, 

Like their mothers before them, 

And then, between their own weathered knees, 

They fold and twist and join the malleable threads, 

Weaving them into patterns of heritage, of pride, of compassion. 

Aged fingers bend and twist painfully in this ancient craft, 

Up, over and down. Around and around. No stitch dropped, 

Skillfully making each new row stronger, more cohesive, more resilient 

For the giving and taking that lies ahead, 

Giving them breath to flourish, 

Turning them at last into designs of unique beauty, never before seen. 

Finally, they tie the many intricate knots, sealing the human fabric 

Against rain, wind, cold and sun to protect it, to nurture it above all. 

Drops of sweat and blood fall from tireless hands to color the threads, 

And become the true essence of the hearts they embellish. 

On and on it goes, mothers grow and shape their children 

To green the Earth, to bless it and become the integral fiber of it, 

Holding fast to a shining foundation of faith, inspiration and love. 

Photo at top: Flickr photo.( License details.)

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Annette Pisano-Higley is a Registered Nurse living in both Albany and Florida. She is a published song-lyricist and published a book of her original Adirondack poetry, with photography by her husband Walter Higley, Adirondack Echoes, available on Amazon.com. Annette’s book was inspired by their idyllic summers at the beloved family Camp on Limekiln Lake, Inlet, in the beautiful Adirondacks. Her second book, Kaleidoscope, is an eclectic collection of original poetry as inspired by the ever-changing colors and directions of life.

2 Responses

  1. FRANK PISANO says:

    Love this poem! Children need a mother like the one talked about. It’s the classic way of growing up. Thank you Sis again.

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