March

Wow, really good Blighters, so much I liked about this, especially loved the last stanza, I am genuinely lost for words, Cheers S :)

'from just accepting today as a gift and how all I can do is love her for all the times she saved my life.' — that says so much, savour those visits. Rhiannon

Great poem, Blighters, and it's not oversentimental, which takes some doing considering the subject is close to your heart.

Lovely - could really feel this.

A beautiful piece of writing, of a son who really cares about his mother, something that should be cherished always. You have so much spirit, a rare thing, which deep down inside I'm sure your mum appreciates. Enjoyed reading. Jenny.

Beautiful poem Blighters. I hope that you read this out on the 20th. There might be a tiny typo to consider (though I may be wrong): "and as we wondered (wandered) as light as cotton" Super stuff on show here mate.

I've done that knuckle scraping on a wall thing too. Thought it was just me. Thanks for sharing this.

Very touching - beauty in everything. I dropped you a note via the mail thing - don't know whether you got it. All the very best. Florian

well deserved cherry. A beautiful, delicate poem.

I hope I can too Blighters

new blighters rock Hi! precious,great love all the way give words of love,and explaining love of your mum,as you know the greatest gift is love,or just hold their hand and a kiss. I felt I was there with you. Especially my mum was in a nursing home! Do not get attention needed do they! A bloody light bulb more important,than mum stuck in a chair,not sitting properly sloped over. Take each day as it comes remember the cherished moments. Love words of walking her when you could your mum around the block. Wouldn't eat mls of liquid. The beautiful words,you have written as she Mum nudges her foot,over the cover,she your mum understands you! Mine eventually went into a coma state,I used to say "cup of tea mum" then "yes please" sing to her "Love is the sweetest thing" hold her hand,tell her you love her big family of six,full of all good and bad naturally,sing again for her,now like mum did,think she over 80. No matter what happens.mum takes it all don't they. Nursing a chill at moment! Put something damp on,for show daughter treated me too! Well took me by car. Sometimes we have to show love no matter,what circumstances,to the end smile and little face lights up,or the warmth of you on her. Hope see you London. This brought so many wonderful memories to me too. Bless you,still have your wonderful book,and great words you signed in,"Course You Can Meet The Queen". all the best,e all did relays pop! at home,mainly me as all at work! Broke up after 30 years,always said go since six babies! With both to end. If can't see or talk,or eat,maybe put big coloured letters "Love you" When she could speak mum answer "Love you too". "Little Things Mean A Lot" song says it all. take care,don't rush too much,put your feet up too! As all can be hectic I know! Maybe this be Story of the week! Mothers day. Would been my pops! birthday today,always lucky 13th thank goodness. Every song I'd hear remind me of mum,sing,now feel say you carry on! Chance is their. Mum did,and enjoyed herself,once six grew up. Little buggers! Funny world. Little things and behaviour's at the end,arguments,rows not worth it. Once her carer at home! eldest next to six. We had nothing then! Illness,about those times,cats,and dogs,but happy what have could get! must go. Some don't even see parents,like wise. Toodle loo for now! Hard job. Your mum knows you are always there,by touch love of you. Excellent! Well done on cherries! julie xx

new blighters rock! Letter now! Rich,hard work! When all has failed,this is the answer sometimes,belated pop! changed his mind for me carry on living there when baby due! On the birthday though done all gift up for me in baby paper never told him knew? Not married,made me go. After 7 8 months. Said sorry right at the end as stayed helped him,stopped over night said teddy our little girl,big picture for me snooker dogs at at table,couldn't carry! All was gone left there,next time all of us not mum there,till last breath to,held his hand wiped his forehead the end,got him drink,put on commode,so thin! light into coma didn't know. Nurse came said looks as if no need for last morphine etc; Dr due,callous? think thought make Ray get married,not till 15 months old. Life changes now so much! If only knew now! Take each day as it comes,being younger didn't matter. Bible states "Not what goes into the stomache,what comes out the mouth! so true! Well we are angels,all of us! times things go wrong,even friends but send bit,to "Little Flower"Society. Writes wonderful words thanks,and I am an Angel money goes for children,came by post one day! Cor! blimey! your words touch the hearts of many Rich! !first one greeting on the door The Wheatsheaf you hosted all,is that right word. But you must find sometime yourself. I remember mum,broke hip! when at flat,I visited hospital,Dr said her "Do you know that lady sitting by your bed" no she said never seen her,I was choked! On bus saying out loud,my "Mother didn't know me! shock! She broke another one nursing home! bad one can look after better home sometimes,although nothing seem be right that is love isn't it. Mum was vibrant in all ways,someone knew well,told me other day,I remember your mum's temper! how dare they! when don't live with them or know painless hours give love to end. Like you special special people. Toodle loo. You could write a wonderful love poem,I know! and nature in beauty,how you see your mum! Feelings there. We only have one chance! Sometimes I can have gone that extra mile for family or friend,not always appreciated. Ray most like,nobody knows anyones true lives. Road accidents,hospital him and I,but now closes door off snooker,stayed few days in over mine,then off goes snooker,know just gone now! no empathy or when needed,beside me,they both shout think I'm deaf! Insulating guys just turned up,ring him see where playing! Captain. Know I am up now, nursing throat chill. Calls that love. Best thing was when he brought me to 1st time at The Wheat sheaf, Editor t.cook (Tony) said I could read I Gee! nervous (Tony) came over coached me said be fine! Call my name was such a great help! Afraid don't use mobile out,or text,Ray does,messages he forgets tell me,or about wonderful daughter,helps goes to others,but not me,must have talks and forgets connections no holiday six years now! Bit is a small word irresponsible is the one! When in need for me,can't cope! walks off! So I join many things now! Bit like being a little boy again,must go! must do this! Sun is shining,'Jazz' popped in. Funny world. I will leave you with bit of this marvellous song! Of show daughter and I went too! Mother's Day. Our gt Music conductor Simon Gray teacher and coach player singer,all have,our big do! is March 23rd Saturday 2.30pm Portslade Town Hall,tickets sold out! About 150 including me in. Singing For Pleasure.Sing A Long Through The Decades. 'With A Song In My Heart' I behold your adorable face just a song at the start But it soon is a hymn to your grace When the music swells I'm touching your hand That's what you do for your mum too! I think my mum used sing here and there! Day centres. I'll See You Again! all the best! What a life! Must get my voice back,no shouting at Ray! joke. Went to funeral once,his side family promised phone! it was away! sat all night waiting never phoned,answer next day,was at bar! well shoundn't promise. Families ugh! trouble. Six lovely but! I'm reading book 2nd hand called 'A Crowning Mercy' Bernard Cornwall and Susannah Kells beauty that time area cover beauty like! About brief you young girl left special holy gift by her unknown father. Belts her as christian as she doesn't fit into his way of life! Sad one day falls in love stranger,as she is in a pool ... But Father dies,leaves in religeous words coding,for hidden treasures a pendant of gold etc so on. saying, I will tell you about a Beauty one day! Mum's adopted gt gt aunt/niece true! Was in big issue gobsmacked! cover? Queried no help! About 'Pride and Predjudice' novelists written women! julie xx

very sad, but in a way uplifting.