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A Mothers Soliloquy

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Good Morning Sunday

How will this day be.

I know that tears and sorrow

Will be with me.

Where will I go,

Who will I see,

This is not my home

This is not where I should be.

 

The sun is shining

It’s a bright new day.

But all who love and need me

Are far far away.

I hear birds singing

They are singing to me.

Go home and be happy

This is not the place to be.

 

I walk on the beach

Watch children at play.

Paddle through the surf

With feelings of dismay.

Listen to the sea

Calling to me

Go home and be happy

This is not the place to be.

 

I return across the oval.

Sausages sizzle on the grill.

The BBQs are firing up

The Stubbies nicely chill.

The wind whistles through the trees

Urging me persistently,

Go home and be happy

This is not where you should be.

 

I came to see my daughter

Who left our cold wet land

To start life anew.

I came to see first hand

Her home and lifestyle

Was she happy in the sun.

As much as I miss her

I accept what she has done,

Achieved everything she said she would

On this sunny southern shore.

So now I can go home

And worry, no more.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Chris Dawson

Sat 26th Sep 2009 20:11

Very moving, Val. Both my children have Australian partners, my son will marry his girlfriend next Easter, and whilst I think both have chosen wonderful people to share their lives with, part of me is a little worried that they'll all run off down under. But - anything that makes them happy!
Cx

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Val Cook

Mon 7th Sep 2009 09:51

Thank you all for your support and comments its much apprecaited. I started this poem ages ago and everytime I sat down to write my feelings got in the way.They still do when I read it.

darren thomas

Mon 7th Sep 2009 09:32

This poem reveals just what 'real love' actually means and those sacrifices involved.

Heart felt, Val. Heart felt.

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Dave Morgan

Sun 6th Sep 2009 13:00

Hey Val, send me next time X

dave

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Sun 6th Sep 2009 12:00

oops sorry, my finger got stuck on the key. Didn't realize it would be such a long trek to reach the end. :-)

Janet.x

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Sun 6th Sep 2009 11:58

This is terrific Val. I love it!
I just love the feeling of warmth of a mothers love and safe in the knowledge her off-spring is well and happy can go back to where her home is.

It has an element of sadness and a quiet acceptance which i find very endearing. Lovely poem.

Janet.x





































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Isobel

Sun 6th Sep 2009 11:20

One I can identify with and will identify with from a mother's perspective in the not too distant future. Have spent most of my life moving - I'm somewhere wet and windy now - but at my happiest - I am glad your daughter has found happiness. The poem is well written Val and from the heart - which I like.

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Cynthia Buell Thomas

Sun 6th Sep 2009 11:11

This is touching, Val, and well written. I was 'transplanted' as a young wife. And my daughters went to a new land also. Being the mother involved was harder; so I moved too. Just a different scenario.

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