Classic and Contemporary Poetry
MEMORY'S DOOR, by MARY OTTO ASHER First Line: Within the sacred portals of my heart Last Line: "I see the face of ""mother." Subject(s): Memory; Mothers | ||||||||
Within the sacred portals of my heart, Where mortal eye can never gaze, -- Is enshrined above all else apart, -- The memory of my Mother's face. At eventide -- that quiet hour, When sun sinks low and day is o'er, -- I long for her, I feel her power, 'Tis then I open "Memory's Door." I am carried back to other days, Down the cycle of the years, When I could see my Mother's face Through smiles and not through tears. Through happy days -- through anxious days, In fancy, then, I wander; From room to room I fondly roam, Alone, these scenes to ponder. I see her dress, her shoes -- all worn, -- A token here and there, -- Her kitchen apron, slightly torn, -- Her book -- her vacant chair, -- Souvenirs, each one a key To "Memory's Shrine" -- this sacred place, -- They thrill my heart -- precious to me -- They bring to me my Mother's face. So sacred this -- her memory -- So infinitely dear, That only God, Himself, doth see The memories dwelling here. And though it be the early dawn, The noon or midnight hour, When yearns the heart for her -- now gone, For Mother's soothing power, -- I turn the key, pass through the door To this "Shrine" known to none other, -- Then, here, in "Memory's Room," once more, -- I see the face of "Mother." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MY MOTHER'S HANDS by ANDREW HUDGINS CONTINENT'S END by ROBINSON JEFFERS IN THE 25TH YEAR OF MY MOTHER'S DEATH by JUDY JORDAN THE PAIDLIN' WEAN by ALEXANDER ANDERSON BLASTING FROM HEAVEN by PHILIP LEVINE |
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