A Mother’s Day poem for a grown daughter graduating college

There was a time

measured in the skipped beats

of a sonogram machine

when you were mine

completely to hold;

you ate my food,

shared my blood,

before the cord was cut

and like a yellow balloon

spiralling slowly, quickened

at times by turbulent air

rising, you flew.

There never will come a time,

when the beats run ragged and out

of time, when they no longer tattoo:

I love you.

About Rosalind C Hughes

Rosalind C Hughes is a priest and author living near the shores of Lake Erie. After growing up in England and Wales, and living briefly in Singapore, she is now settled in Ohio. She serves an Episcopal church just outside Cleveland. Rosalind is the author of A Family Like Mine: Biblical Stories of Love, Loss, and Longing , and Whom Shall I Fear? Urgent Questions for Christians in an Age of Violence, both from Upper Room Books. She loves the lake, misses the ocean, and is finally coming to terms with snow.
This entry was posted in poetry and tagged . Bookmark the permalink.

1 Response to Graduations

  1. Pingback: Wednesday Festival | RevGalBlogPals

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s