I've posted this poem on both of my sites. This doesn't have anything to do with iconic realism, but realism, yes. It's a verse that, hopefully, illustrates the flowing bond of memory and emotions between Mother and Daughter.
Sleeping Mother with Child by Christian Krohg, 1883\
Breath
Behind her sleeping eyes,
a youthful face remains within
the gentle embrace of her heart,
impish blue eyes, trying her patience,
the quiet soft puffs of sleeping breath.
She smiles, wondering
what this wee one dreamt,
so small, so peaceful.
Sixteen years later... erupting passion
and the sighing relief in its passing,
growing, knowing that surely
there will return a forgiving kiss.
Eyes closed, she remains
in cherished supplication,
while quiet breaths
waft through the dreams
of the one who calls her Mom.
© Jeanne I. Lakatos
