Sometimes it's the way thay walk or hold their head that momentarily reminds you lf som eone long gone.
I saw an old lady once wearing a lavendar coloured coat , her hair white also and it was just as i remembered my mother, i kept thinking "wonder if she got that coat from the charity shop" because i never ever til this day saw another one that colour..
Thank you, Stella. I did another poem about a kind of special lady - one I saw in the library, where.. read moreThank you, Stella. I did another poem about a kind of special lady - one I saw in the library, where I am now - and it's called "Health in the Head". But it took place on World Mental Health Day.
8 Months Ago
Meant to mention: you can find it here, if you're interested.
In praise of older women and the ones we have loved and lost. Sometimes I see men in the street that remind me of my Dad and my younger brother, now ten years gone. The memories flood back and it’s like a double edged sword. Once I saw a man that looked so much like my Dad that I swear if he had been shorter in height like my Dad, I would have followed him:)
Chris
Posted 8 Months Ago
8 Months Ago
Thank you, Chris. I did have a poem on here called "Health in the Head" and it spoke of a grey, old .. read moreThank you, Chris. I did have a poem on here called "Health in the Head" and it spoke of a grey, old lady who rather upset and disturbed me. I needed to write something, and it talks of a particular day: World Mental Health Day.
Same with me...aunts, grandmothers, mothers...they are now photographed in my mind and that is where they now will reside until my white hair is laid to rest.
j.
Posted 8 Months Ago
8 Months Ago
Mine mentally photographed, too. I have mentioned aunts Elsie, Lucy and Olive in two poems, and Elsi.. read moreMine mentally photographed, too. I have mentioned aunts Elsie, Lucy and Olive in two poems, and Elsie and Lucy in two others. Great fun! But, yes, memories. Thanks, J.