Thinking of MumA Poem by Chris ShawOn Mother's day, thinking of her, neither here nor there in a nursing home 200 miles away
On Mother's Day far away
five counties to the west, she rests in the same old chair. I can barely bring myself to recall her former glory, such is the pain of her remaining days. I will see her soon, I'd give her the moon and stars and every bluebell in my wood of dreams. She means the world to me even though her broken seams stretch all the fibres of my being. I love you Mum, always will, curse this bitter pill that old age brings I rage at its injustice, but love you more for the soreness I feel at the core of me.
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21 Reviews Added on March 31, 2019 Last Updated on March 31, 2019 AuthorChris ShawBerkshire, United KingdomAboutAlbert, my paternal grandfather introduced me to Tennyson when I was nine. I have loved poetry ever since but did not attempt writing a single piece until I was 40. It's never too late to try somethin.. more..Writing
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