Forever eighty-seven

Happy Birthday my Mother
you'd have been ninety today
but forever instead
eighty-seven you'll stay

The time of your passing
though sad was still right
but I still shed a tear
on occasion at night

But on fifth of September
remembering clear
I see that you're smiling
so Happy Birthday, my dear

mother

mild manners, mellow morrow
mumbles, masks, murmurs
margarine, marmalade
mist, memo, maple
melt, microwave, mild

Sounds

teardrops in red
two by two
estranged
paint one ground
in two worlds

Mother’s day 2020

My mother didn’t make it
to see my sixty years
when she passed away in May last year
amongst the smiles and tears
That saddened me (of course it did)
but it’s other times I miss
like the joy of giving flowers
on Mother’s Days like this
Yet the solace that I take away
from all the days I’ve cried
is the ever joyful knowledge
that she’s by my Father’s side

Companion & Friend (Ruth)

As her eldest son, I wrote this as the eulogy for my late Mother’s life celebration on Friday 14 June last.

Ruth Eunice Shrimpton
Was Croucher, Nee Dainton
is having a whale of a time
So I thought I would capture a bit of her life
for you in some syntax and rhyme

Seven and eighty years is a
good innings to have for a start
And whilst we don’t have the time
for all of that here
These words have come from my heart

Farewell but not goodbye

Today we say farewell to you
but definitely not goodbye
For some day we will meet again
when comes the day we die

So here’s to you our Mother dear
we’ll miss you, that’s the truth
But you are in a better place
A smiling John and Ruth

The red and the gold

The sunset is over
the fading has passed
the evening slip-slides away
We’ve said our goodbyes
and shared in the peace
that we saw at the end of your day

The red and the gold
have flooded the sky
The evening of life is now done
We’ve each kissed your head
and held your sweet hand
as the end of your life has now come

Heaven, waiting, sings

It’s peaceful here, these darkened rooms
this ward, this evening hour
A deepened sleep. Breath in, breath out
from this still fading flower

Autumn’s come to this long life
as here we sit and wait
knowing that the time is close
The hour now is late

Mother’s Day II

Four came back for Mother’s Day
last of March for sun
Late afternoon roast dinner
enjoyed by everyone

Conversation snippets
I listen with a grin
These times with all our children
and the pleasure that they bring

You’ll Never Be Alone (for Bobby)

Son
Today with oil, water and breath
I watched the priest
Open the soul of a boy
To God.

As
Mine
Was
A long time ago
And many sins past.

My Reflection

“Life doesn’t come with a Manual – it comes with a Mother

Life doesn’t come with Angels – it comes with a Daughter”

My Mum

Just like the summer sunshine
My Mother shines for me
As she has done throughout the years
Unreservedly

Mother

Mother

-Linda Lee Lyberg

My mother’s hospitality

Is the only true reality

That’s never, ever faltered

Through these many years.

Grief

Grief

-Linda Lee Lyberg

Grief is a Tricky Thing

When you least expect it

There it is rearing its ugly head

Reminding you of the dead.

SHE STILL IS MOM TO ME: —— TO ALL THE MOMS – MOTHER OR NOT! (MY MOTHER’S DAY THANK YOU)

SHE STILL IS MOM TO ME

By Charles Robert Lindholm   

Our DNA is not the same

though we share the same last name

it doesn’t matter much to me

about our genealogy

Magical Woman

in your eyes

my world spun hard

twisted as a dinosaur’s grin

by your words

it became a smile

crusted on a cookie jar

A Job to Do

Dear Mama, how you doing? It’s kind of hectic here.
I am doing a real good job, though why ain’t always clear.
Mama don’t you worry; there’s nothing that I lack.
My platoon is the very best, and we’ve got each other’s back.

An Angel, A Heart, A Christmas Prayer

When you lay your heart out, open in your hands in front of you to share, hoping that by sharing, another’s pain is diminished. Somehow by being closer to love shared by knowing the heart of Jehovah God,  then maybe, just maybe, healing will begin in those small pieces of pain shared.

An Angel, A Heart, A Christmas Prayer

Often I sit and wonder of knowing a mother’s love for a child.

Thoughts and emotions taunt of wanting ever to be bequiled

Mother

Mother rings inside my ears:
She scratches the big empty as a cat would bat
The dangles of curtains and wobbling kitchenry.

She blares as a hot prod,
Thunders as mustangs across Chincoteague;
Mother is a peeling, daggering wind
Over the ancient, far Ionian Sea.

Somebody’s Praying

 

THE LORD IS NEAR TO ALL THOSE WHO CALL UPON HIM! TO ALL WHO CALL ON HIM IN TRUTH! ” PSALM 145:18

Deuteronomy 4:29  “But if from there you seek the LORD your God, you will find Him if you seek Him with all your heart and with all your soul.”

Mother’s Voice

I’m learning each day that you’re gone that I need to rejoice

For you ‘re in Christ’s presence , and I can almost hear your voice.

Not one day passes that I don’t need to talk to you,

Just how am I supposed to handle pain, I Know you suffered , too.

Some days are just plain lonely, and I reach to pick up the phone…

That’s when I remember, you are really gone.

Happy Mother’s Day

An early rose on Mother’s Day
appropriately there
exuding beauty in its form
combined with love to share
Fragrance subtle, petals frail
A heart concealed, yet strong
with influence and calming
for an early springtime song

~ Haiku

Love laced lullabies

Slats softly keeping rhythm

Cherished rocking hours
O’Prunty

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I’m the ear,
Listening to the troubles
And fears.
Soaking in
The roil and strife
Plaguing my friends.

My Flower

O flower, you hold tight
To your mother’s arms
Your beauty exposed, warms

Always Remember

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She gave of herself with no expectations
We seldom heard her ask for very much
You could make her smile with just a hug
She always returned such a gentle touch.

About Her

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Without her, would there be words or any to read them
Because of her, we mirror bits of wisdom she had to say
Believing her, we stand on our feet and face all that come
Thinking of her, we try to make her proud, every single day.

~ Mourning

~ Mourning 

Heavy are hearts

Laden with loss;

When Death walks in

Loved ones pay the cost