a page from my mother's baby book
Betty Anne Cushwa
one of the many mementos my gramma lovingly saved for Sugar Cushwa
as a young lady
as a young mother
Happy Birthday BA, April 12.I'd like to be the air of spring, At flowering of the dawn.
I'd hover low on gentle wings , ruffling blades of grass
Spilling jewels in sparkling array, As I tiptoe past.
I'd beckon trees on bended knee, And watch them bow to me.
Then with a whisper, I'd kiss the flowers
Tenderly, tenderly, Never mussing a fragile petal.
And with the full bloom of dawn, I'd gather my robes about me-
And disappear with only a whisper-
I was here-
I was here.
~Betty Cushwa Tapp
Spilling jewels in sparkling array, As I tiptoe past.
I'd beckon trees on bended knee, And watch them bow to me.
Then with a whisper, I'd kiss the flowers
Tenderly, tenderly, Never mussing a fragile petal.
And with the full bloom of dawn, I'd gather my robes about me-
And disappear with only a whisper-
I was here-
I was here.
~Betty Cushwa Tapp
fortune smiles on the child who knows their parent as a poet
ReplyDeleteyes I believe this is true. G
ReplyDeletea wonderful tribute to your mother-
ReplyDeleteWhat a great post...I love your mother's poem!
ReplyDeleteHow sweet, our mothers share the same birthday!
ReplyDeleteWhat a beautiful lady inside and out!
This is so sweet, happy birthday to your mother, she's looking wonderful!
ReplyDeleteI love the photo of your Mom in a bathing suit. So elegant and GORGEOUS.....
ReplyDeletemy favorite too- from an old Polaroid. G
ReplyDeleteI've been reading and getting lost in your world, and this post is so plainly honest and beautiful.
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