Mama – A Most Beautiful Woman
Mama is a most beautiful woman
most beautiful most beautiful
her name an endless refrain
on the shelf of my brain.
How, I longed to be like she.
Tall, fine, soft brown
long hands artists hands
painted many a canvas
played a nice note.
She carried Eartha’s class
wore Pearl’s elegance
lived her bible – common sense.
Mama remains a most beautiful woman
the feeling will never change.
Big awesome feeling
only Mama can bring.
The inception of my conception
Earth born earth brown earth bred
her stream flows into my river
my river flows into her sea.
My Mama is the most
in the world to me.
(Eartha Kit – black actress. Pearl Bailey – black singer)
This is such a deeply loving and eloquent tribute, Skywalker.
Thanks, Carol. I actually wrote the poem about 25 years ago – but the feeling never changes, even though she’s not here physically. I ascribe to the African saying, “As long as a person is remembered they’re never really dead.”
I so agree with the proverb’s message, Skywalker. People do live on in our hearts and memories, and perhaps as spirits who are there in times of need.
The poem’s words and lines carry the beauty of history’s story well, even 25 years on it never seems dated inside of memories and moments.
I have a soft spot for your mom, since I discovered you because of her (at least a photograph of her).
Thanks, Eric. I was fortunate to have her as my mom.
Thanks for the beautiful heartfelt poem, Skywalker.
You’re welcome. Thanks for reading it.
Now there’s a pretty woman!
Yes, she was. And to this day my sisters and I argue about who looks more like her!