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

appeared this day

but it will forever

remain engraved in me,

in my memory,

in loving memory of you.


◄ The Rat

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<Deleted User> (18118)

Sun 28th Oct 2018 17:51

We are a part of our parents.
This is a beautiful poem describing that bond.


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Peter Taylor

Mon 22nd Oct 2018 02:26

I missed the Saturday surge of comments but would lke to plagiarise all that were part of it! A fine and wholly authentic
piece, from the deep, lovely.
Peter T

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Martin Elder

Sun 21st Oct 2018 22:25

I think Ray is right we always carry something of our parents around with us. I know that I have reminders of my dear old dad from time to time even several years later after his demise.
heart rendering stuff Jon
Nice one

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Jon Stainsby

Sun 21st Oct 2018 06:48

I woke up this morning and saw all the likes. I am touched by your kindness.

Thank you all so much.

Jon xx


Sun 21st Oct 2018 01:29

I watched a young boxer, today, describe the desire to dream of his mother who had passed--for her guidance, that he felt so alone without. It seemed he'd been on a long losing streak, having lost the one person whom he wanted to make feel proud.

I might be somewhat off from your intent, but I believe profound experiences such as those we share with loved ones are often stored in the language/symbolism of the subconscious and have the capability of appearing unexpectedly--that's what this says to me.

a very touching piece of writing, Jon,


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Taylor Crowshaw

Sat 20th Oct 2018 23:57

Beautiful Jon, such sadness carried with us once our precious parents depart this life..?

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Sat 20th Oct 2018 22:58

Jon My Mum died about a year ago. I don't think about her every day as perhaps some might, or think that I would. But I do have occasions such as you have described when I think deeply about my relationship with her. And your poem has brought about such an occasion.

A sensitive piece Jon.

Big Sal

Sat 20th Oct 2018 22:24

Your poem reminded me of this song, Jon. In it, he talks about his father.

You did well with this. ?

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Sat 20th Oct 2018 21:18

I think that you carry the shadow of your parents where once you bathed in their light, but it can be a strong feeling indeed. A simple eulogy Jon.


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Sat 20th Oct 2018 20:32

This touched me deeply, Jon. It is tender and loving and filled with warmth. Thank you! Jane?

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