Mother's Hands

Remembering..

A simple autumnal leaf,
dry, cracked,
veins pronounced,
each of its five tips curling, arthritic
as if closing,
desperately trying to keep a last hold on life...

Tears came, surprising me,
visions of mum and her soft parchment hands filled my head.

Author's Note

Missing mum

Reviews

[T.S. Ulmus]

I can barely bring myself to comment on this piece. Sounds like you have some distance from the trauma. Living it is so hard, but I suspect you know that. Thank you for this beautiful offering, I guess it's the way of the world to know loss.

[Katrina Mckeown]

A beautiful sentiment... owed to your mum.

[Gee]

Thank you Katrina. Miss her loads :(

[gram linski]

loved this Gee, held my Mums hand in those last few moments and it was exactly as you describe, like the most fragile of dried cracked leaves

[Gee]

Good afternoon Gram, so sad.
Thanks for taking the time to both read and comment

[gram linski]

not that good an afternoon, am watching the rugby, still got the football to cheer me up, lol

[Gee]

Do to them what you did to us...

[Kelly Scheppers]

I am flattered that my leaf photo inspired this! Beautiful analogy here, Gordon.

[Gee]

Thank you....twice.
Good morning, hope your coming weekend is a good one :))

[Laura Kate]

Such a beautiful poem, how lovely that we can be reminded of our loved ones in the most unexpected of ways. Sounds like there was a lot of love between you.
Laura.

[Gee]

Indeed there was.
Thank you

[R.E. Ray]

A beautiful tribute to your mum. It's the blessing and burden of nature, the green and gray of seasons. But, we take it as a gift, like your words.

[Gee]

Thank you RER

[Robert Trakofler]

When I get to missing my grandmother I make corn flake chicken LOL it is my ultimate comfort food the smell of it brings her back to me, I don't eat meat very often but strangely enough that's what i made for dinner yesterday and then I read this:) I can still hear her Laugh if i squint the right way she is a part of me I repeat many of her silly expressions now almost reflexively. she had very bad arthritis too but they were truly beautiful hands

[Gee]

Thank you Robert

[Coyote Poetry]

I understand the poem my friend. I was raise-up by my dear grandmother. I miss her too. A kind voice in my world. Thank you for sharing the amazing poetry and your thoughts.
Coyote

[Gee]

Thank you Coyote. Hope you are well.

[Coyote Poetry]

I am fine dear friend and I hope you are doing well You are welcome.