REMEMBERING MY LATE MUM AT SAMHAIN
By skinner_jennifer
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The time is nearly Samhain,
when we remember dead loved ones again,
although they are long gone,
their memory still lingers on.
Sometimes when I'm quiet,
her voice will fill the air,
in dreams I sometimes see her,
she can lift me from my despair.
She loved to tend her garden,
flowers were her thing,
when cooking in the kitchen,
she would love to sing.
She tried to give me good advice,
but I didn't always listen,
when the time came I needed to talk,
she would always give an opinion.
I remember as a young child,
the time she spent with me,
colouring books, doing puzzles,
reading to me after tea.
She had a hard life this is true,
It took her a long time to figure what to do,
her heart was always in the right place,
perhaps in the end this was her fate.
I hope in my heart of hearts,
that her soul is at rest at last,
because she has left a mark upon,
this earthly life that I live on.
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A fond memory of your Mother
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Yes that's what it's like
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Those first two stanzas ring
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Something of the spiritual
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