Sharon Auberle, US

 

 

Free Verse   Celebrating Mother's Day May 9, 2010   Legacy   What my mother left me was not dancing shoes or diamond rings or bad luck with men. It was the way she stood so straight barely reaching my shoulder but tall on days when life bends most people low and that quickstep of hers forward always to music only she could imagine.   This poem first appeared in Saturday Nights at the Crystal Ball, a memoir by Sharon Auberle published by Cross+Roads Press # 31.     On Mother's Day   Women are remembering the time of bountiful breasts, swollen and tender with need, they are remembering moonlit nights and scents of lilacs and baby powder, how they waited for the music of their infant's new cries, the way sweet milk came down then flowing, flowering in the blossoms of their babies' mouths. They remember the first time, and every time, how they fell madly in love.