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My mother appeared to me today

I saw your face today

as I stared in the mirror

It was not before me

but right inside my head

Not me looking at myself

but you holding me in your gaze

The form was clear and true

You were alive to me

Your face filled mine

I became you

for a few moments

felt your mind in mine

the fear of your thoughts

and the power of your emotions

I know not why you

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Hi Tech Granny

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Granny Hi Tech

 My mum’s been posting selfies… at the age of ninety two!

She’s becoming all tech savvy, whilst I haven’t got a clue.

They say a dog can get too old to teach itself new tricks,

But she’s on Twitter, Instagram, even downloads from Netflix.

It all started back at 80, when the tablets which she took

Turned into a new device, a brand new i-mac book.

She logged on to...

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Mama

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She is long gone

So long I have to strain to hear her voice

Down the years

The last thing she said to me though 

Clear as day

Like the sun through mists of dawn 

‘Oh Janey’

An unexpected heartfelt sigh

Two words could not contain more depth

For she was lost to me long before

She left this earth

Or so I thought

Until the parting of the clouds

So brief

To gi...

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Mum

Not always easy me and mum

But sparks ignite loving hearts

And fire up a love that runs and runs

Firing true for my mum and me

Special relations mums and sons

As I’ve seen so clearly, with my own ones

Maybe too alike, maybe too different

Sparks just happened along the way 

Both too stubborn, both never to give in

But the clashes only stood out, because really so few

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lovemumparentson

The Battle of a Busy Mum

The alarm is set for some ridiculous hour

Just so I have time to shower

Before my little one wakes up bright

Even tho she was up half the night!

Time for hot coffee that I need

Can't live without my caffeine feed

I check my phone to see what's occurred

Out there in the adult world

On Facebook I see what friends are doing 

One up a mountain, one canoeing

I also live ou...

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The Dresser

From the front at least

A beautiful victorian dresser

From behind

The ugly truth

Assembled from wooden orange crates

The company name stamped

Telling of a former

More humble existence

 

Two little drawers

One at each side

Gunmetal latch handles

Age worn

From opening and closing

Hold family secrets

Make up

Lipstick stumps

 

Snaps from Blackpool ...

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And I want to be a better man to you mum.. .

But you just don't agree with the things I have done, while I don't agree with having

to be socially accepted I need to conform, but you don't understand. 

 

I live for myself in a flurried world.

 

Where being myself is such a crime and I can't imagine myself alive, at the thought of  cheating my own mind... 

It breaks me apart!

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Learning to stop feeling guilty for getting my shit together

It suddenly struck me
It's the end of June, I thought.
That means. Oh shit that means
her anniversary is here again.
I felt a sense of guilt because
the date of her passing had slipped my mind
I guess I've just been busy
visiting friends and family
and moving to a new area.
Oh and I've not been particularly well.
Nothing to worry about Mum
I just keep having these seizures
I never had ...

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MOTHER

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She’s the one we could rely on

when things were sorely scarce,

to always find a way to get by

when it went from bad to worse.

 

She’s the one true matriarch,

the gel at the center of all,

never too far away from us;

never more than a call.

 

Sacrificing all she had,

for us, her flesh and blood,

always standing second place

to the family’s common good.

 

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Human

Where we formed
now there rips a ribbon of pain
strange and unearthly
beyond predictability
buried in your belly
that hurt you carry

And humanness was your gift to me
how I gladly repay 
in any way I can

If it’s a hand you need to hold
if it’s someone to hear you cry
I will be there for you
in any way I can

These solutions
so invasive
taking you apart
they take away a part of...

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mothermumoperation

An Unexpected Ghost In The Yorkshire Post

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An Unexpected Ghost In The Yorkshire Post

She stares out at me from the page of white -
all pixels, paper, print and phantom eyes,
a child of contrasts under exposed skies
dancing somewhere between the dark and light.
I recognise the features well, despite
the brutal glare of histories disguise.
This archive feature caught me by surprise
for we are separated by times flight.
You are a g...

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Mother

She’s a fading flower

Not nearly as bright as she used to be

Though now she shines in a different way

Though she always shines to me

 

She’s filled with determination,

And don’t try to tell her what to do:

She’s stubborn,

And she’ll do what she needs to do

 

The day I can’t do my shopping

Is the day I’m finished, she says.

And she eyes me with disdain

Because...

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motherMum

No More Waiting..

Ive been patiently waiting around just for you to say hello..
Just show me a sign that YOU dont steep that low..
Day by day, Oh dear Lord three things I pray ..
That I see another day ..
That you show you care ..
and that you will be there..
But no stop dreaming child ... grow up..
Your mama said she would always be there! But I dont see her anywhere!
 
She said ' I love you A...

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Mum

(This was an attempt at a villanelle but I'm not sure if its quite the right structure . .oh well)

 

I only wanted to help

And when I offered to get you some shopping

It wasn’t me saying you’re not up to it any more

I only wanted to help

 

Thanks for the cup of tea

But when I offered to make it

I wasn’t saying your tea was bad: far from it

I just didn’t w...

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motherMumvillanelle

England

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In Peterborough by the old church
Ouside the shopping centre
 
Rain falls on me from the sky
As I eat my Branston pickle pork pie
 
From M&S it was
One pound sixty five
 
And I've never felt so British
And I fill with pride
 
Just been to Argos too
To get my mum a gift
 
Ear rings and a neckless
With little fake diamonds in
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Of your tree

 

This apple won't always nestle in your protective root 
and yet, forever it is proud to be, your tree's fruit. 

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missing mum

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On this opal morning

I miss my mum.

If she was in the kitchen

making coffee,

everything would be alright.

We’d have plain chocolate digestives.

Dip the smiling edges till

the chocolate melted

warm as love.

 

In an Ealing garden apples trees

would be clad in pink and white

clothes hang on a sagging line

propped by a cloven branch.

A...

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Mum

Bought

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Bought,

imagining her face

her smile

a butter dish

from Derbyshire

the cow on the lid

painted cheerfully

is sat on a creamy base

licks of grass growing up its sides

 

Wrapped

in gossamer tissue

taped at the edges

so as not to give away

its contents

beautiful

held

tightly

carefully

all the way home

sandwi...

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Stacy's Mum

 

She had never felt so lonely before,
was there no news yet, she'd a need to be sure,
waiting as time so reluctant tocked by,
like a lost child she sat and wondered why...
 
The surgeons were busy giving their all,
a broken hip to mend, such a task isn't small,
three hours they had said would see them done,
all the while she sat and thought of her mum...
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