Our Poetry Corner - and links to longer pieces

[pete9012S]

How do you do it? I'm as bad as Ern, I'm afraid - no chance of writing portry.

Why aim so high? why not go for plain old 'potty' writing.....or write while on 'potty'!

[Julie2owlsdene]

Thanks, Daisy and Eddie. I think it's extremely sad that such a wonderful house was pulled to the ground.

How do you do it? I'm as bad as Ern, I'm afraid - no chance of writing portry.

I don't know how I do it, Nigel. Green Hedges just speaks for itself I guess.

[Anita Bensoussane]

Poor old Green Hedges. Very poignant, Julie.

[Moonraker]

I don't know how I do it, Nigel. Green Hedges just speaks for itself I guess.

I know how you do it, Julie; you are an intelligent, imaginative person. Imagination + Brains = a great storyteller and poet!

[Julie2owlsdene]

Yes, I suppose the peom is very piognant, Anita.

I know how you do it, Julie; you are an intelligent, imaginative person. Imagination + Brains = a great storyteller and poet!

I don't often blush.

[Lucky Star]

That was lovely Julie. Like Nigel I just cannot imagine writing anything like that without sitting for hours racking my brains and clutching my head. Even then I'd produce rubbish.

[Julie2owlsdene]

Thanks John.

[George@Kirrin]

With the sad passing of a friend's mum, I began to look at why it's such a painful time, why it's different to any other bereavement, and have put those thoughts into a poem - if you agree to my sentiments about the unsung hero of the Human family, go and tell your mum how much you love her, in person, on the phone, email or by prayer - I just have, and am incredibly close to mine...

I've shed more tears writing this, but it took less than 5 minutes, it was all there, just ready to be put on a page

I give you

Mothers....

From the day you were born she was there
To feed you and change you, to care
Giving you life with her milk
You snuggle, her skin soft as silk

As you grow, so the world opens out
Yet while fathers and teachers may shout
Your mum was the voice of reason
Always there for her daughter of son

When in the playground you stumbled and fell
You cried for your mother to make you all well
And she came and she made it alright
Content as she tucked you in bed every night

So you moved out but there was always the phone
A constant link with mum and home
And whilst you grieved for pets loved and passed
You mum wept with you, and held you so fast

As tears dried you remembered a time
Before that lost companion you referred to as ‘mine’
But mum’s always been in your life
A person to turn to in moments of strife

As the years pass the wheel starts to turn
Mum ages, and for the past you both yearn
For the carer is now the cared for
But the bond’s ever strong as before

So one final day, oh the pain
As you’ll not see you mother again
For the first time in your life she’s not there
To share stories, to comfort, to care

And as you mourn her and grieve her be strong
Just as she was your whole life long
She’s still there in your heart and your dreams
And she knows what her love for you means

So she’ll watch every night from the stars
That bright one, the brightest by far
So take comfort, all who’ve lost if you will
You mother’s spirit, it stays with you still…

[Anita Bensoussane]

Very moving, Zoe. A friend my age lost her mother about three years ago and says she senses her mother's presence in many of the things she does and places she visits. At first that feeling was painful, but now she finds it calming.

[Eddie Muir]

Very poignant words, Zoe.

[Julie2owlsdene]

That was lovely, Zoe.

[Lucky Star]

Beautiful words Zoe.

[Moonraker]

A wonderful poem Zoe. I am seeing you in a new light! My mother was such a huge influence in my life, she still influences what I do although she passed away seventeen years ago. I was so touched when Simon (elder son) lit a candle in her memory in St Michael's Church, Camden Town, yesterday at Elliott's (our grandson) Christening. I had to light a candle too.

Edited to correct typo

[George@Kirrin]

Ahh Nige that's lovely of him.

I'm extremely close to mine, she's the best person in my life, and we spend time reading Blyton together

I'm curious though - you seeing me in a new light - makes me wonder how you saw me before...

I am a soft muppet inside really

[Timmy254]

That's a beautiful poem, Zoe! I'm very close to my mum, too.