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The Lightbulb That Will Forever Bathe Me In Warmth

“Home is where one starts from.” –T.S. Eliot

          The 20-watt dim
               bulb, pale and warm,
     faintly showing through
          on a pitch-dark night.
          But my mind is cozy
               and well informed
     and my feet walk
          onward, no light despite


          Opossums scamper
               off the graveled way
     and stand back with
          concern as I glide through.
          Perchance, a rooster
               sends my steps a nay,
     yesterday kept safe
          like the blue Bayou

          By and by, 'round
               a bend, I see my north
     haloed in golden
          light— to me, she waves.
          And so I hasten
               to reach her trice forth,
     to breathe my home in
          with double inhales

          At last, my shoulders
               unburden the weight;
     wordless exchange
          between hearts beating fast,
          as two souls' intricate
               maze mends old ways,
          and Mother still waits
     to bathe me in warmth
               under that 20-watt
               lightbulb of home.

                    © selma

"Home is where one starts from. As we grow older
The world becomes stranger, the pattern more complicated
Of dead and living. Not the intense moment
Isolated, with no before and after,
But a lifetime burning in every moment
And not the lifetime of one man only
But of old stones that cannot be deciphered.
There is a time for the evening under starlight,
A time for the evening under lamplight
(The evening with the photograph album).
Love is most nearly itself
When here and now cease to matter.
Old men ought to be explorers
Here or there does not matter
We must be still and still moving
Into another intensity
For a further union, a deeper communion
Through the dark cold and the empty desolation,
The wave cry, the wind cry, the vast waters
Of the petrel and the porpoise. In my end is my beginning." T.S. Eliot

A Happy Mother’s Day to all mothers all over the world.

A mother sitting on a park bench holding her baby.
Author’s album: Mom and her miracle.

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  1. Aaysid

    This is beautiful, heartwarming poetry, Selma! I love the profound analogy of the light bulb. That photograph is precious! Happy Mother’s Day!❤😊🌸

  2. michnavs

    A very profound poem Selma…i love your commentary too….

    Happy Mother’s Day.❤️

    1. Selma Martin

      Likewise to you dear Mich. Happy Mother’s Day to All Mothers. Xoxo

  3. Sadje

    I love your beautiful poem Selma.

    1. Selma Martin

      Happy to know my friend. Happy Mother’s Day to you and to All the Mothers in the world. 💗

      1. Sadje

        Thanks a lot 😍😍😍

  4. nonsmokingladybug

    Happy Mother’s Day to you. Great poem and wonderful choice of words -as always.

    1. Selma Martin

      A most splendid day to you dear friend. Happy Mother’s Day YOU and to All Mothers Worldwide.
      (I loved your post)
      thanks for reading.

    1. Selma Martin

      My pleasure dearest Yve. Happy Mother’s Day to you… 💐 💗

  5. paeansunplugged

    So beautiful, Selma! Such a fitting share for today. Happy mother’s day! ❤️🌷

    1. Selma Martin

      Happy Mother’s Day to you, dear Punam. Blessings. Xoxo

  6. Meelosmom

    Beautiful, Selma! Happy Mother’s Day!!

    1. Selma Martin

      Thanks for reading my post today, dearest Barbara. Xoxo

      Happy Mother’s Day to All Women.

  7. rajkkhoja

    Happy Mother’s Day, Selma!
    Love choice words write in poem .

  8. Michele Lee

    Selma, your writing voice and perspectives always engage the brain. Bravo! Hope you’ve had a lovely Sunday. 💐

    1. Selma Martin

      Thanks for the sweet words, dear friend. Blessings on your week and hope you had a lovely celebratory Mother’s Day. Xoxo

      1. Michele Lee

        You are most welcome, Selma! I have a beautiful day. Thank you! 🤗💗

  9. Ingrid

    Heartwarming ❤️ I hope you had a happy Mother’s Day, Selma!

    1. Selma Martin

      I did, dear I grid. Hope the same for you. Sending blessings. Xoxo

    1. Selma Martin

      You’re sweet, dear lady. I had a good day, yes. Thanks and likewise to you. All the best on your projects, dear one. I bless you. Xoxo

  10. Bridgette

    What a beautiful poem. Home does change meaning as you get older. I no longer define it as where my mother is, but where my children are. They are getting to the age where they will leave in the next five years or so, and then I suppose it will probably change again.

    1. Selma Martin

      Home is that beautiful feeling. I too have a lovely home with my husband and children that I will die for. But my old home is the thoroughfare that taught me so much and got me here. It is unchanged but only in MY mind. And I conjure it often. Thanks for your beautiful comment, dear Bridgette. I bless you.

  11. Cindy Georgakas

    warmly delivered, amazingly composed, memories of home to warm Selma! 🥰

    1. Selma Martin

      Glad you thought so, dear Cindy. Of course, home is HERE now. And that home over there exists only in my mind. But I cherish it no matter what. You are lucky you still have your mother around. Everything changes in one evening after that… Take care, sweet one. I bless you. You are looking so good. Keep going. I will join your launch tomorrow. So I hope someone sends me details of how to connect.

      1. Cindy Georgakas

        Yes indeed and I so agree. I am lucky Selma for sure. She is a dear heart and will be with us tomorrow. She even got thrown under the bus a little which was not the intention but she loves me neeways like we love our kids. Thanks my sweet one as well. I excitedly, nervously await you.. you’ll see! It’s on my site the zoom and Grace’s today. 💞

        1. Selma Martin

          California is 8 hours behind London time. London is 8 hours behind Japan time.
          Saturday- 8 am Cali/ 4 pm London= wee hours of Sunday 00:00 Japan

          I’m such a sleepy head but for you, and Ingrid I’ll try to keep my eyes open. And not drool 🤤

          1. Cindy Georgakas

            lol.. don’t worry a thin… lol. We’ll tape it and you’ll be with us in spirit for sure! 💗

  12. I can feel the nostalgia for your childhood home and see the dim light bulb bulb that reminds you of those times, Selma! <3
    Lovely imagery1

    1. Selma Martin

      So precious of you for commenting, Cheryl. I appreciate the support.

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