poetry jam: midweek motif poets united
it's mother's day on sunday
another lovely lunch
And
although i am a mother
i'm still a little child
i miss those arms about me
when blue and feeling down
a cup of tea and bikkies
a big hug and kiss
to wipe away my tears
always a parcel of goodies
to take home and a note
squeezed into my palm
'buy something nice to cheer yourself up darling'
i will always be Mummy's girl
i miss her
Lovely words and mothers are so special.
ReplyDeleteI understand your feeling, Rallentanda. I think we always miss our mothers when we don't have them any more.... no matter what our ages! I remember my mother when she was quite old telling me one that that SHE missed HER mother. Now I understand...
ReplyDeleteThank you Mary. I miss my Grandmother as well. I remember my Nana talking a lot about her mother and missing her as well !
Delete"'buy something nice to cheer yourself up darling."...the line brought me tears...beautifully done...
ReplyDeleteI miss my mom, too... this will be the first Mother's Day w/out her.
ReplyDeleteSorry for your loss Laurie !
DeleteThis made me tearful, in spite of the beautiful contents... Gripping and beautiful! I feel that way about my grandmother still, after 26 years...
ReplyDeleteLovely weave of childhood and adulthood. the treats then and as an adult. I have tears, but this poem also cheered me up. Thank you.
ReplyDeleteWhat a beautiful tribute to an amazing woman.
ReplyDeleteYou have written a beautiful and emotional poem, Rallentanda! Mothers are indeed very special people. My mother still talks about hers very frequently.
ReplyDeleteThis is so poignant. I remember how I felt when my mother died - there was no longer any buffer, any safety between me and - everything: life, death....now I was the matriarch. A beautiful and very touching poem.
ReplyDeleteawww I am grateful to still have my mother. Happy Mother's Day
ReplyDeleteLovely memories of your mother. I can feel the comfort in this.
ReplyDeleteThis brought tears to my eyes. It is simply a beautiful piece of heartfelt writing.
ReplyDeleteCan so relate to this!
ReplyDeleteThis was like a perfect little love note held carefully in your palm..beautiful
ReplyDeleteBeautifully captured. We all seek comfort and assurance form someone, but few can equal a mother in that role.
ReplyDeletesweet and sour memories came back after reading this..good one
ReplyDeleteThere is always an empty spot when a mother is gone.
ReplyDeleteYou capture the spiral of the generations well, Rall... Something that is easy to forget momentarily - that our parents were once children too...
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