Monday 12 July 2010

I miss you too...

Do you remember that day?
I didn't wave you off to school,
Instead I lie in bed
Waiting for pain to subside.
The last moment I saw
Your worried little face;
Tears on red cheeks,
A flash of fear in green eyes.
Later you came to see me:
Your soft peachy hand rested
There upon my grey face.
You said it felt like marble.

Do you remember that day?
You wore black lace
With pretty blue shoes;
I thought they should have matched.
I gazed from afar,
Under the wooden arch
Where I married your father
While you threw down black soil.
Later I came to see you:
What once was my hand rested
There upon your peachy face.
You said you felt cold.

Do you remember that day?
You were only sixteen
Forced to leave home;
I wanted to hit your stepmother.
You moved into the flat
Above the model shop
And when the door closed
Eyes wept like the day I left.
Later I came to see you:
What once were my arms rested
There upon your sorrowed shoulders.
You said you felt so alone.

Do you remember that day?
Dressed in white
Holding peach flowers;
I wanted to tell you I was so proud.
You walked down the aisle
Clasped in your father's hand,
Stepping and smiling
Despite the stab of pain.
Later I came to see you:
What once were my lips rested
There upon your sullen cheek.
You thought it had been a boy.

Do you remember that day?
You turned sixty
Surrounded by friends;
I wished I had reached that age.
You laughed with guests,
Opened cards and presents
Feeling pleased
The day had gone so well.
Later I came to see you:
What once were my hands rested
There upon your tired face.
You said 'I miss you mum...'

11 comments:

  1. Wow. That's beautiful yet so incredibly sad. I'm tearing up.
    -Kate

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  2. It's so touching. The sorrow of losing a mother at a young age that I could strangely relate. I need a tissue.

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  3. Ahree with above. So touching. Really well written too. I'm lovin ur blog.

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  4. Thank you for such lovely comments. This poem was quite difficult to write- based on the perspective of my Grandmother, who died when my mum was 12. Everything you read has happened and i had imagine myself as someone else looking in from the outside. For the first time i found myself crying as i wrote! So i appreciate all comments. :)

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  5. Okay, that is just lovely. You really bring it to life. I felt like it was me. In the poem. You're so great at that Lou. Pulling me in every time. *hugs*

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  6. What a lovely comment, Robyn- i guess that's what i was trying to achieve, so i did my job! Thank you. :)

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  9. Excellent piece.
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  10. Stumbled across this and I love it. It's just brilliant.

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  11. Otherworldlyone- thank you so much. I love your blog, your writing, so that's a huge compliment for me. Thanks! :)

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