Me mam

She came to me last night

Walking towards me

Dressed in her flowery skirt

And her blue sequined top

She looked calm and serene

Reflective even

Smiling at me purposefuly

Her brown eyes twinkling

I ran towards her

I put my arms around her

I wanted to feel her

I longed to smell her

Just to touch her


Then she was gone

I looked

I stared

I felt

I hurt

I ached

She was gone


Vanished into thin air

No more

Ashes to ashes

Dust to dust

And then

A still small voice

"Pull your socks up

Have you washed your neck

There's potatoes growing in them ears

Stop your sulking

Wait till your dad gets home lady

Slam that door one more time

Take John for a walk to shop

While your there get a loaf

And 5 pound of spuds

Have you washed up yet?"

Oh I do miss the sound of me mothers voice!!!


◄ Mr and Mrs

The Scarf ►


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Tue 11th Oct 2011 22:24

Nice one Sis!Jonboy x

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Elaine Booth

Sun 22nd May 2011 19:01

Christine, loved this poem when you read it at the Tudor. Love it all over again here today. Glad you posted it as it's always good to be able to read over and savour a good poem at leisure. You have caught just the right amount of dark and light in the poem. XXX

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John Embley

Mon 16th May 2011 15:00

A very beautiful description of phases of emotions so many of us must go through, each in our own ways. But that 'still small voice' capped it for me -- I listened, and heard my Mum again -- thanks.

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Mon 16th May 2011 11:53

I hyave a poem in Hexham Abbey about my m um called An Obscure Dream

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Sun 15th May 2011 18:27

Yes - I loved the contrasts in this poem. It performed really well at the Tudor and resonated with the audience. I like the way you turn the nostalgia on its head at the end. We were all expecting a nice sentimental poem bemoaning the loss of your mam - what we got was comedy - a good laugh. Not trying to diss the relationship you had with your mum. I'm sure it was a good one - I just enjoyed the humour you injected into what could have been a sad poem.

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chris yates

Sun 15th May 2011 18:05

Thank you for your comments much appreciated XX:-)

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Lynn Dye

Sun 15th May 2011 14:32

Lovely poem, Christine, I too like the different emotions, and this is one I can fully relate to as well. x

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Fri 13th May 2011 20:54

Not to have that physical feeling there is horrible but you countered that with such good memories. I like this very much :o)

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Cate Greenlees

Fri 13th May 2011 17:36

Really enjoyed hearing you read this last night at the Tudor Chris. It is warm, funny and nostalgically sad at the same time. A charming piece.
Cate xx

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Dave Carr

Fri 13th May 2011 17:12

Great stuff - and well delivered at the Tudor despite adversity. Hope your leg heals soon. Take care.

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Fri 13th May 2011 13:09

This is a lovely poem, really resonated with me, but loved the changes of emotion in it from joy to disappointment through to the loving remembrance that she's still with you in those phrases.

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