Mother

Mother

A Poem by Beccy

She grows weary now; there is a certain
thickening around the middle and her
ancient limbs tremble with the weight of 
recalcitrant children still chasing rainbows.

She has mood swings, storm clouds and
much brighter suns than before; an unsettling 
of the seasons as she retreats from the 
remnants of a rapacious and destructive age.

Translucent as parchment, her skin shines,
tightly drawn in slow decay, her brittle bones 
laid waste to the unthinking chaos of time.
Yet still, her blood courses, blue veined,  
swelling the seas of consequence,
until all that remains is distant memory; 
And the knowledge, that conscious, unconscious,
there were few that ever marked the morning dew. 

© 2019 Beccy


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My mother called me three times today (since she claims she cant keep count at 84) to remind me
of the dental appointment I have on Thursday morning. It is her way of touching me. Her way
of brushing my hair again. Calling is the same as pulling the lint and dead hairs out of the comb,
her mythologically "swelling the seas of consequence" I honestly believe.

excellent poem Beccy.... dana

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.




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Hard to see the people we love. Because weaker. Old age can be a thief. Dear Beccy, thank you for sharing the powerful words and your thoughts.
Coyote

Posted 5 Years Ago


Wonder if she realised to late. Man. Why did i let them loose in my garden.

Posted 7 Years Ago


Very nicely done, Beccy, you describe the old girl very well. Good write

Posted 7 Years Ago


another gem neighbour, you go to places few other do and you always deliver the goods. Must be something in the water

Posted 7 Years Ago


THIS tasted ...pretty. Left a smile.

Posted 9 Years Ago


Though lovely of lyric, an almost matter-of-fact poetic account--and yet, so deeply touching.
The third stanza beautifully portrays the poet's love and respect for her typically wonderful mother.
A most gratifying read, Beccy!

Posted 9 Years Ago


A poignant piece examining the ageing experience. I pictured my own mother in her final days while reading this piece. Thanks for sharing! - FT

Posted 9 Years Ago


Thank you all for your kind reviews; this was of course about dear Mother Earth.

Beccy.

Posted 9 Years Ago


"the weight of recalcitrant children" - a mothers job is never finished - this is a fine line Beccy

"much brighter suns than before" - I was wondering if this alluded to the fact that the sun hurts the eyes of the aged due to damage and wear and tear of them over years or if the fact that every day as they as wont to say 'is a bonus' and the sun would appear brighter as a consequence. Whatever the meaning I thought this was such poignant phrase.

"Yet still, her blood courses, blue veined" - this reminded me of stories of my gran who died before I was born - particularly one time she chased a big man who had kicked the family dog - apparently she was only 4ft in height but this big man (drunk) run for his life.

its wonderful writing Beccy.
:)



Posted 9 Years Ago


My mother called me three times today (since she claims she cant keep count at 84) to remind me
of the dental appointment I have on Thursday morning. It is her way of touching me. Her way
of brushing my hair again. Calling is the same as pulling the lint and dead hairs out of the comb,
her mythologically "swelling the seas of consequence" I honestly believe.

excellent poem Beccy.... dana

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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I'm forty four, single and have a lovely fifteen year old son called Charlie. I've been writing poetry and short stories since I can remember. I have always been an assiduous reader of poetry and real.. more..

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