Anniversaries

three or four times a year

 I saw

the star again

I waved

blew a kiss

and said hello

to Mother

shining bright

above my head

misty Sunday morning

just walking

Reviews

[Chris Shaw]

Truly lovely and such a touching read. Visual and such an appropriate way of remembering your Mum on anniversaries. I bet when you see her star, she has polished it to its best to make sure it's extra sparkly and special for you. Nice work gram.

Chris

[gram linski]

Aye, she did like a good bit of polished brass, thanks Chris,

[Robert Trakofler]

a shining glinted teardrop fell from the heavens pon your brow good sir on that anniversary day:) lovely expression Gram

[gram linski]

thanks B, appreciate your kind words, my ma would love those first words," see what that lovely Mr rabbit says about me, you should marry him, we all know you're gay, even the wife, haha,

[Robert Trakofler]

Oh my god laughing my bum off love your mom even more now:)

[Pryde Foltz]

I beautiful and poignant piece of brevity. Our past loved one, I believe, do haunt the heavens above and perhaps every inch of creation.

[gram linski]

they do, indeed Pryde, thanks for the lovely review,

[Linda Marie Van Tassell]

I look up every now and again, see a star, and think of my father. I never do that with my mother. My thoughts of her are as empty and hollow as an empty grave. My dad was only 23 when he ended his life, having discovered my mother having an affair with his best friend. I was only four. I have no memories of him whatsoever. The memories of my mother are ones of abuse, neglect, and outright hatred. I must have been a constant reminder of her sins, and she hated me for it. I always felt like my dad was in heaven watching over me. It's funny the different lives we lead, the different foundations we are built upon. Some have loving parents, others don't. We are kneaded like bread - some to rise, some to fall; but it's always important to keep your head high. Otherwise, you will never see the stars. I'm glad that you had a loving mother that you can look back upon with fondness.

[gram linski]

wow, talk about honesty, but my dad was a violent abusive prick, so what you gonna do, flip sides of the same coin, Linda, neither parent will do

[Eilis]

A touching poem, Gram. Anniversaries are hard. Reminders. But, also, they keep us remembering. I have a significant remembrance anniversary on April Fools Day. It definitely underlines the absurdity of life for me, that one.

Maybe remembrance is like those stars. They shine for us because we keep looking. So much to see, but not always easy to look.

A lovely, thoughtful poem.

[gram linski]

appreciate your kind words, Eilis, grab April Fools day and take your remembrance, anniversary and make it your own, seize the day, as the Romans used to say, (also Metttttttalica tattoo))

[gram linski]

"CARP DIEM" seize the day before the dirty b*****d night has it's way with you, I must apologise for the bottle of wine or 2,

[Eilis]

I should take your advice, for sure. Maybe tp my neighbor’s house and blame it on the teenager up the street. That could be a good way to mark the day differently. Ha.

[gram linski]

go for it, it's what the French surrealists would have wanted, lol, ripped sentences whistling in the night,

[Gee]

Can so relate to this Gram

[gram linski]

have read some of your sad laments Gee, I totally understand, 35 years and counting and still I miss and remember,

[John Alexander McFadyen]

A deeply emotional moment of reflection and nostalgic regret as one recalls one's deceased parents in a quite moment of contemplation. Nicely described in a short form verse.

[gram linski]

parent singular, couldn't give a wasted wank on the old man, he got buried in the same grave, which basically stopped me visiting and chatting said grave

[John Alexander McFadyen]

A hard thing to deal with gram. I am fortunate in that my parents were both good people.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i relate so much to this....i see both my parents in those stars...the brightest ones.
the brevity here increases the impact,
j.

[gram linski]

thanks j. a simple homage to a long lost friend