Home At Last!

By skinner_jennifer

Wed, 06 Aug 2014
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Dedicated to my late Mum:

 

21st January 1929

 

to

 

August 22nd 2001

 

Dear Diary Moment.

 

 

Black and White

days seem so far,

locked away just

a photo to recall.

 

As the Humming Bird dips

its elegant – long beak,

to taste sweet nectar from

brightly coloured blooms,

 

so I inquisitive and wrinkled

with age; hark back with

unclear reverie...like an old

movie played back in reverse,

 

I...a dream walker hear her voice calling,

see her face in visions; remember when no

thoughts or cares occupied my mind...just

the ticking of a clock and a faint cry of new life.

 

Who was I that slumbered long, beneath Sun –

Moon and Stars? Made drowsy by the fragrance

of Roses, magic she weaved within her smile,

feeling her touch like fluttering of butterfly wings;

 

scarcely aroused was I back then...yet nevertheless,

all my dreams and aspirations stem from this one

moment fixed in time, as she held me in her arms,

on my very first day in our own back yard...Home At Last!

 

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Dear Diary
Love

Comments

Submitted by Bee on

Beautiful mumma, beautiful bubba and a beautiful poem that tugged at my heart strings.  I loved it.

Bee

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

Intriguing thought of the memory and thinking back to what it must have been like being like playing a movie in reverse. I've often thought of how I imagine my Mum growing up in a black and white or sepia world, but now I realise that my earliest moments must be so too, until my brain memories begin  to be recallable!
I enjoyed being drawn back with you, like you, into thoughts of how caring our Mums were to the fragile being they had received to care for. Rhiannon

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

Thank you so much for letting me know your thoughts Bee.  

This is the only photo I have of our back yard where I used to play as a child,  it's such a shame that the cottages got pulled down and made way for new houses back in the middle 1960s. 

We never had much,  but they were such happy times,  looked on with fond memories.

By the way,  hope your week is going well.

Jenny.  smiley

 

 

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

Hi Rhiannon,

you are so right about the black and white memories we recall.  I suppose it's because our memories are held in photos,  but I do remember long hot summers and also dresses that I had and their colours.

In that photo there is a back lane behind me and my mum and on the other side of the lane were more cottages.  There was a family living in one,  that always reminded me of the Wooden Tops called the Cowleys,   and next door there was an old lady by the name of Mrs Fox,  as I remember she was alway talking to my mum, and she made some baby clothes for me.  If I really concentrate so many memories come flooding back.

I'm so happy that I could recall your own memories,  and yes you're so right about how caring our Mothers were.  May they always live in our hearts.  heart

Thank you for your kind words Rhiannon.

Enjoy the rest of your week.

Jenny.

 

Submitted by catherine poarch on

I'm such a rubbish reader but I thought I'd give it a go again - and found your poem! Next to the photo, words and pictures doubly powerful when together, this is lovely. I loved the idea of everything going back to that one moment, going home. Is it in Bristol, I think you said you were born there? Great, anyway.I think the power of the moment is that it would have been equally as wonderful for her.

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

Hi Catherine, 

it's really good to hear from you again and I hope things arn't too hectic for you and that you are well.

You are so right...it definitely was Bristol, in the village of Shirehampton.  The cottage that we lived in was just off Pembroke Road,  not too far from St Mary's Church.  It was only a small village in the 1950s and 60s,  everyone knew everyone back then and all the children would play at the back of what used to be Woolworths. 

I'm happy that you enjoyed reading and very grateful for your feedback.

Thank you so much and you take care.

Jenny.  Big smiles from me.  smiley

 

Submitted by catherine poarch on

Shire! I've a friend that lives there now - called Jenny! Yes, I'm fine thanks. Trying to write/rewrite my stories, no poems in my head at the moment. But not hectic. Have a lovely summer.cool

 

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

Jenny, this is so very beautiful...the picture, the words, and the sentiments behind them.  Thank you for sharing.smiley

Tina

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

Hi Tina,

many thanks for reading this poem and sharing your thoughts. 

I hope things are well with you and I remember that your birthday is coming up this month,  so

MANY HAPPY RETURNS ON YOUR SPECIAL DAY.

Hope the Sun shines for you.  smiley

Jenny.

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

Thanks for coming back Catherine. 

I do hope you manage to find time to write,  will look out and look forward to reading your work.

Jenny.  smiley

 

Submitted by Shannan on

I'm sure she never lost that smile, and clearly the love lives on beyond mortality :-) $

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

Hi there Shannon,

thank you so much for your feed back,  there is such a truth in your words and I appreciate you letting me know your thoughts.

Jenny.

 

Submitted by celticman on

home it a powerful image and young soldiers on the battle fields last cries are invariably always for their mum. Lots of love in your poem.

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

Hi there Celticman,

thank you so much for stopping by and reading my poem.

I liked the sentiments in your comment,  which gave me a big smile.  smiley

Thank you again.

Jenny.

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

Hi there ArcaneEagle,

that's very kind of you to stop by and read my poem.  I appreciate that you liked what I'd written and thank you so much for leaving a comment,  it's much appreciated.

Jenny.  smiley

 

 

Submitted by jeand on

Hi Jenny

Such a lovely poem - and so wonderful to be able to write something like this for your mother. 

Jean

Jean Day

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

Hi there Jean,

I often miss her greatly, even now after so many years, It's having that one person in your life to give you good advice when you need it and we'd speak for hours about what was going on in her life and mine too.

I speak to her when alone, hoping that just maybe she's out there somewhere...I do hope so.

Thank you for reading and bringing me back to this piece Jean, it means a lot.

Jenny.