MY MOTHER
Over and above and beyond
Anything I have ever seen
I hear her again saying:
About – above – according to
Below – beneath – betwixt
My dear mother of
19th April 1919
She stood in-between tall and small
She rested and dozed and smiled
And admitted
Iām falling asleep
Gasping for breath
Her breathing routine
Deep breathes to inhaler press
Gaining her equilibrium
Hanging clothes on the clothes line
Mangled-through with dexterity
Dinner for the man
On the table
Gulped down by same
Everton mints on a Saturday night
As they took in – on the black and white
Another shirt ironed
On the treadmill of being a wife
My mother
A gentle spirit all my life
Very moving, Ken.
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Thanks David – felt it myself of course, often the simplest things move us the most…
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Quite true, Ken. Well said.
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