Afternoon on a Hill: A Poem for My Mother

 

Sunday will be the second Mother's Day we celebrate without my mother. I picked out the following poem to honor her because the simplest things could bring joy into her life: a colorful sunset, the scent of lilacs in spring, a crisp autumn day, taking care of her youngest granddaughter. I think she would have liked Edna St. Vincent Millay's poem about spending an afternoon on a hill enjoying nature.

 

Afternoon on a Hill

By Edna St. Vincent Millay

 

I will be the gladdest thing 

    Under the sun! 

I will touch a hundred flowers 

    And not pick one. 

 

I will look at cliffs and clouds

    With quiet eyes, 

Watch the wind bow down the grass, 

    And the grass rise. 

 

 Click here to read the rest of the poem.

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My mother's last Mother's Day (2016)

 

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Jama has the Poetry Friday Roundup at Alphabet Soup.