Chrisanthe-Mom

   Chrisanthe-Mom, Volume II of Mr. Poet, is an eloquent selection of poetry that is prestigiously dedicated, at large, to women and to mothers in a more specific manner. Chrisanthe-Mom entails an array of topics that explore the purpose of having a mother and is dedicated to the occasion of Mother’s Day.  Chrisanthe-Mom is a token of honor to mothers for their lifelong duties for which they’re oftentimes not even thanked. 

   Chrisanthe-Mom is an inside look at the noble honor of motherhood from al perspective: Biological parents, Foster Parents, from the viewpoint of childhood, etc.

   Following an era of isolation from my mother, I sojourned to the fitting realization that I sometimes do not appreciate her for the unending work she does. Mother works without digression, all in a subtle attempt to enrich the lives of everybody else, whether as an extension of her being or her surrounding.

   I first noticed a note Mother had engraved upon her heart, this was not a note that was etched through words of payers, nor was it a note proclaimed through speech, this was rather orchestrated by the virtue of silence. It was then and there that I truly saw and begin to realize the depth of a woman’s intuition. For so long, Mother was clothed in a seraphic garment that suddenly became obvious. Thereafter, I began to compose poems that would put into words that which I had neglected to see for so long. It became instantly clear how I have realized but never acknowledged for an even longer time, and what I have simply overlooked for just as long.

   One morning, before daybreak, in my attempt to leave home for work without drawing attention to my departing, I was taken aback by what appeared to have been a note of some sort, scripted in the style that mother is known to portray. It was done on a decorated piece of paper and daintily fixed to the door of her bedroom. I imagined that this note, even in its transparency and vulnerability, had not fully orchestrated the depth of her despair. The message of this note weighed heavily upon my heart, and for days, I pondered how she must have felt to have a fixed a note on her door. Was this a desperate plea, or an outburst that she could not have constrained any longer? Perhaps it was it the burden of sympathy and the tolerance of grief that she had long become used to? Or maybe it was sympathy she had been replicating, unendingly. Was it the agonizing pain of loss that tormented her throughout the years passed? Or was it the unhealed wounds that remained after so many years. Was it simply a release, a definitive response to the truths she clings to for dear life?

  Whatever it was, with the combination of the words of that note and its resignation, began the quest that blossomed into an intricate selection of poems that I am proud to dedicate to my dear mother, Chrisan Stewart. And thus the publication of my second book Crisanthe-Mom. 

   This Mother’s Day, I urge you to honor your mother in a way that you’ve never before done.

Purchase my Mother’s Day Book here. I am greatful for your support.