By the graveside


The flowers on a heap at the grave,

some given by love others out of duty.

Some with a grudge didn’t show up

as banal revenge of the pain from

 the whip of her sharp tongue.

I found it difficult to comprehend that

my impossible mother was in a coffin

she had no respect of authority, spoke

her mind sometimes unwisely.

I saw he once slapping a police officer

who got so perplexed he walked his way

after threatening to arrest her.

She was an avid reader but never wrote

which was a pity she had much to offer.

She is still inside of my head and will be

there as long as I live.



◄ a notion

sleepless ►


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M.C. Newberry

Wed 11th Sep 2019 15:36

Honest and direct...these lines may well strike a chord with many
- especially those of a certain generation who can have ambivalent
feelings towards their parents, especially a mother who is, rightly
or wrongly, expected to be the emotional support and comfort for
growing offspring and does not always live up to that expectation.
I wrote the following after my own mother passed on aged 90, and
the lines chime with those final two lines in this published blog.

It's a while now since she passed away,
And time has hurried on,
But still I hear her softly say
"You'll miss me when I'm gone".

With each and every passing day
I sadly think upon
Those quiet words I heard her say:
"You'll miss me when I'm gone".

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keith jeffries

Wed 11th Sep 2019 10:11


A summary of thoughts and personal recollections which are evoked at the moment of final departure. I had a difficult relationship with my mother which harboured little grief, yet I can well relate to your last two lines.

Thank you for this

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