I'm like a pencil;
sometimes sharp,
most days
well-rounded,
other times
dull or
occasionally
broken.
Still I write.
j.g. lewis
is a writer/photographer in Toronto.
Month: May 2017
Were you thinking
to look up last night
and wonder?
A glorious view, full Moon
exposed,
save occasional clouds
seeking attention.
It cannot hide
behind what you
want to know
I shared the view with
reflections of you, yet never
have I shared
my complete thoughts.
Do I seek clouds?
I go through phases
with the Moon, yet
cannot remain complete,
or tell you what
I do not know.
©2017 j.g. lewis
Posted on May 10, 2017 by j.g.lewisLeave a comment
For many of us, Mothers exist
only in memory.
We had our time, but never enough.
Unconditional love, never
realized or respected.
Even then, as we grew older,
even, then, as did they too,
we remained
a child in their eyes,
in their heart,
in their thoughts.
They wanted only the best for us,
and gave all they had.
So much to learn,
patience and understanding
taught by example.
Wisdom in hindsight.
The words, the voice, the comfort
comes in small doses
when you need it most.
Maybe a certain day with flowers
and cards to celebrate
is not enough. How could it be?
Isn’t it every day, not just
the once-in-a-while,
when the love shows through?
Let peace be, ceremoniously.
Cherish the moments,
so much to yearn.
They only wanted the best for us
and would sacrifice
their comfort for ours.
For many of us
only scattered memories,
with moments for some
still to come.
Either way
there is always time
to whisper
I love you Mom.
©2017 j.g. lewis
Posted on May 9, 2017 by j.g.lewisLeave a comment
