Ode To Mum
Brown paper memories she puts in my hands
Twine roughly tied in a bow slightly askew
Part and parcel of a humble life once led?
My defiant eyes meet hers of black velvet dew
Give me back my Mother I care not for memories
Don’t pressure me into accepting that she has gone
Paper gets ripped - just a supermarket album
More nostalgic memories which I toss to the side
With sadness not disguised my sisters eyes meet mine
Grossly callous I have been - her tears she doesn't hide
These are more than just old photos
Are they not?
I take the album - turn the first page
Monochrome pledges they made to each other
Loving adorations on their wedding day
Her calligraphic script embellish each page
I read this in the ink of her thoughts that say
'So dreary was my life till we met - My Love
You asked for my hand so to make you complete
Placing a twinkling star in each of my palms
With a gentle bow you laid the moon at my feet’
‘You are the tea leaves I am the tea pot
I the tiny snowflake and you the snow’
You are my Sunshine and I am your Moon
I am the dew on the roses you grow’
‘A true friend is a person who knows you
Yet likes you anyway - complete with faults’
My Mother a poet? I am amazed!
Inspirational thoughts in true poetic form
Wondrously I leaf through - turning page after page
Different quotes for my father and her children
Sapient wisdom over years as we aged
‘Wisdom without action is as useless as hot ice’
Though the poetic words soften her trials a shade
There it all is - her tribulations - thoughts and fears
Recollections of ‘Her’ in memories and rhyme
Red grows my eyes trying to suppress these tears
Do not be afraid to take your chances
Sweetest fruits hang from the farthest branches
She scripted herself on every page she had written
A beautiful rose preserved for now and ever more
Our Angel of love embraced tight in her persona
Our lovely Mother - My Model - I loved and adored
‘Your Religion is Life
To preach is to practice’
‘Be grateful for the Angels put in our midst
Even if it is but for a little while
‘Cause they are borrowed and strictly on loan’
Mum
PS I love you
xxx
Video Clip
ED SHEERAN - Supermarket Flowers – sung by BIANCA
|