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Kisses Through The Window... [October Contest]

Kisses through the window
Her frail lips are pursed up tight
My eyes squeeze out the tears
So I can see the sight

Of a mother that has nursed me
Through many troubled days
And now, I can't even help her
Though she doesn't need; she says

The speaker-phone is tinny
Not her sweet tones I hear
But I can still recall her voice
Singing soft and clear

She sang "Sunnysides of the Street"
A simple Forty's tune
Sang of "Old Black Magic" and a spell
And "October Moon"

I miss those days, when she was spry
We danced and we played ball
And in the days, when it rained
We ran races in the hall

She made a life for us kids
With so little and it's true
I wouldn't be the man, I am today
If it weren't for you

You taught us all how to love
Hugs and kisses all around
Forgiveness, and humility
Kept our feet upon the ground

And now, in your winter-life
I can't hold your hand or kiss
Your cheek, your brow or hug you
These are the things I miss

One day this window will be empty
Or I won't be back to see
The comfort of my Mother
Waiting there for me

So on this day of sunshine
I'll gather up the bliss
Bask here in the limelight
And catch another window kiss

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I have read this with clouds of tears in my eyes, from the very start it was obvious of what you were speaking, oh man, you have done it again. Your heart felt words to your beautiful mum who you love and respect so dearly. A window kiss is good enough if that's all we have right, I love your optimism even through tears of anguish of not being able to be closer. I hope that some day soon you will be able to hug her. We all need that. Your title is so perfect and tugs at the heart strings.

Thank you...Teddy

Oh I know well the pain and I am sorry but take heart in the fact that you still can see your mom such as it is. Your words are so true and echo through my memories

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Hi, Geezer,
Precious. Sounds like you have both been a blessing to each other.
L

as do so many others mothers; means the world to me. She is taking this virus-thing very hard. There is not enough staff to let them go out in the courtyard, where she would spend many hours during the warm weather. She says that she hasn't been outside except for once this summer. It hurts to see her skin so pale. She has always been an outdoor person. Thank you for your very kind comments. ~ Geez.
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I'm so sorry.
L

I miss being able to give her hugs and kisses.
~ Geez.
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I love how this poem is both hopeful and sad, with reminiscence of happiness that lifts the sorrow to feeling just a little sweeter .
The title suits perfectly, less because of the whole message of the poem, and more because of how you begin with the image of kissing through the window, and then end with what happens after. This inclusion really spells out the title. I am curious if you chose the title then wrote the poem or wrote the poem then chose the title?
The actual rhythm of this whole poem doesn't sound very 'nice' because the work as a whole is not rhythmic. In a way, this adds attention to the thoughts of the poem itself, making the reader less concerned with aesthetic beauty, and more with message. If the rhythm were very good throughout except for a few small places, then it would be something to fix. But the uneven meter that prevails in this entire poem is actually not needing 'fixing' (at least I think so :) )
Again, I love the way you began and ended your poem with similar images. In Hebrew poetry this is called an Inclusion and is one of my own favorite pattern-methods in poetry.
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came first. I was on my way home from our visit, when I thought about how she blew me a kiss through the window as I was about to leave. I had to blink away the tears, so that I could continue to drive. I know that the ryhthm is irregular, but I was not overly concerned with it, as it flows rather well when spoken aloud. Thank you for the kind review. ~ Geez.
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don't succumb for all life has one day to numb just hug the nearest one may be a tree my grandson hugged me i enjoyed gleefully you may also just cell me dearest GGGGGGGGEEEEEE

You taught us all how to love
Hugs and kisses all around
Forgiveness, and humility
Kept our feet upon the ground

resonated with you lovedly. ~ Geez.
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