A repost of an old poem in honour of Mother’s Day here in the UK… perhaps more poignant this year than ever…
I see my mother’s hands before my eyes
The first caress that I had ever known,
And with a thrill of wonder realise
The hands I see before me are my own.
*
Where did the decades go, I have to ask,
At what point did my springtime slip away?
Is this mid-summer sun in which I bask
Or has the autumn brought a shorter day?
*
A mellowing has softened me, I know,
Yet coloured me with richer hue and shade,
And written on my face a map to show
The world the choices I have made.
*
I too can read the story as I look
Of all the things of which I am a part,
The journey traced in lines upon the book
Within the mirror of an open heart.
*
There read the fearless laughter of the child,
The joys and grief, the lovers I have known,
The windswept glory of a heart gone wild,
The maiden’s tears, the mother’s love, the crone.
*
But as I journey on and turn the page
Not knowing what will come or what will be,
Or even if true wisdom comes with age,
I see adventure beckoning to me.
*
I know my winter holds a longer night
And seasons turn for all things on this earth,
The snowy shroud will cover all in white
That it may sleep, and there await rebirth.
*
One of my favourites Sue. Have a happy day.
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Thanks, Di.
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❤ ❤ ❤
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A beautiful and poignant poem Sue.
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Thank you, Sadje.
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You’re always welcome my friend
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🙂
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Such a beautiful poem Sue, I see something different evertime I read it 💜💜
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Thank you, Willow.
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💜💜💜
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So poignant, Sue. I remember a couple decades ago when I looked down and thought the same about my hands. Our mothers live on within us, as we do in our children. There is comfort in that continuum.
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There is… to be part of that unbroken line of women, from the very first…
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A perfect poem. As my mom is nearing the end of her 92 years, and I am unable to see her one more time, this is especially meaningful to me. Actually, many of your recent posts have struck home for me. Thanks.
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I am so sorry you cannot be with her, Darlene. That is unimaginably sad. Hugs xx
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A beautiful n poignant poem Sue 💕
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Thank you.
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Amazing poetry my dear friend. I read again. This is poetry and honest thoughts. Thank you dear Sue for sharing.
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My pleasure, John.
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Reblogged this on johncoyote and commented:
Amazing poetry shared. Please read.
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This is such a beautiful poem Sue with so much depth and meaning. 💖
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It seemed more than appropriate today.
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I bet so… it’s amazing how we look back and find meaning in our words that we had no idea would come full circle with depth and meaning. Beautiful at every stage of development! 💖
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The work on the reissue of our books recently has brought that home ❤
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That’s such a gift!!! 💖💖💖🌷🌷🌷🌷🙏🙏🙏
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It is indeed ❤
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💖💖🌷🌷🤗
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For how many years has Mum been gone, Sue? (assuming that she is) Mine died when my son was 7 months old and he’s 31 now, so it’s a long time ago. This is beautiful. 🙂 🙂
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Mine is still around…just a long, long way away…
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Oh, I’m so sorry! I really didn’t know. 😦 😦
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Thanks for sharing this lovely poem, Sue…
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My pleasure, Bette ❤
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🥰😘
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A beautiful share, once again. Hugs.
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Thanks Diana.
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Happy Mother’s Day, Sue!
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Thank you, Crystal 🙂
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Thank you, Granny x
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Happy Mother’s Day, Sue.
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Thank you, Dale 🙂
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So beautiful, Sue. Life seems to pass in the blink of an eye.Sometimes, it feels as though my girl should be coming home from elementary school and here she’s grown with a teenager of her own! All we can do is hope we teach them good core values to carry through life and pass to the next generation- then we can say our job is done ❤
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It is those essential life essons that we od=ffer then that hlp shape the world for generations to come ❤
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Love this. ❤️
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Thank you, Bela ❤
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Hands say so much more than words, and connect us going both forward and back. (K)
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They have always fascinated me…
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One of my favorite things to draw.
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I never mastered hands…
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Thank you, Chuck.
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The hands look vaguely, Michelangelo or da Vinci! But the poem is exquisite! I know your day with family was enjoyed.
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da Vinci…
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A beautiful poem.. and I see my mother now in the mirror and hear her voice when I am on the phone… constant reminders. ♥
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I wish I did, but as my body slowly breaks down, doing its own thing now, it is an odd process to watch ❤
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I love this; so beautiful and touching, Sue!
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Thank you, Becky…
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You’re welcome, Sue!
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🙂
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I loved this Sue. And whodathunk how much more poignant this poem would come to be ❤
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I know… ❤
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What a beautiful poem, Sue. Happy Mother’s Day to you! I hope your sons are with you as much as they can! ❤
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Thank you, Miriam..yes, I am seeing a lot of them 🙂
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Such beautiful words to which many of us now can relate I hope you had a lovely mothers day with your sons 🙂 x
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I did, thank you, Carol, althougha dramatic one at one point… xx
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