MOTHER

Cherry

By Bee

Wed, 15 Oct 2014
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Mother was the tallest, 
toughest woman I had ever met.
She had the fattest arms, 
the sweetest summer scented skin, 
and breasts - gigantic pillows 
where I'd burrow in to rest.

My head fit in the hollow 
of her shoulder,
or in between her inner elbow 
and those cosy pillow tits,
and as I sucked my thumb, 
my body sunk into the cushions 
of her plumped up thighs, 
and I could close my eyes protected 
and content.

Mother was a boulder 
and even when I tried to push her 
she wouldn't budge an inch. 
And now she's little and she totters
as she almost wobbles over...
Has she always been so small,
or do I only think it
now that I am big?

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Submitted by Rhiannonw on

So liked the 'even when I tried to push her 
she wouldn't budge an inch. '

We do get bigger, and they do get smaller and weaker I guess? Nice memories, nicely put. Rhiannon

 

Submitted by Bee on

Thanks Rhiannon. I was so pleased you picked that bit.

Bee

Submitted by Christine on

very good

Submitted by Bee on

Thanks hammy.

Bee

Submitted by VeraClark on

If you look ever so closely, there'll still be small rocks there, they may have just shifted position. The diminishment of maternal strength reminded me of something my son said about me recently. We were reading 'Once Were Giants' and when he'd gone to bed, I sobbed because he said he was frightened I'd get white hair one day and wouldn't move fast. A really hard poem to swallow.

 

Submitted by Bee on

Oh, bless him. That would have got me, too. It's moments like that you'll never forget. 

You are right about the rocks, Vera. Thank you so much for that.

 

Bee

Submitted by jeand on

Hi Bee

Lovely poem about mothers and children.  It sounds as if you have a wonderful relationship with your mother.

Jean

 

Jean Day

Submitted by Bee on

Thanks Jean. Yes, she's lovely.

Bee

Submitted by Ray Schaufeld on

This is beautifully sensuous; your child's eye view of your mother as big, strong and also soft and comforting. I like her picture too.

Submitted by Bee on

Thanks so much Elsie. Glad you got all that from it. It's just part of the actual photo. In the whole picture, she's looking all proud with an arm around me on one side, and my brother on the other side. 

Bee

Submitted by jolono on

Bee, beautiful. A mothers love is something very precious and should be reciprocated as often as possible.

Don't know if you are familiar with Aloe Blacc but this a favourite of mine. " Momma Hold My Hand"

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EpgvwCZuV1I

 

Submitted by Bee on

I hadn't heard of him before, jolono. That was beautiful - took me a few mins and a dozen tissues to recover my composure enough to reply. Thank you so much.

Bee

Submitted by Bee on

Thank you so much for the cherries. I can't wait to show this to my mum with the cherries over her photo. That's really special.

Bee

Submitted by celticman on

poor mum, poor you, but I bet your a rock about it now. 

 

Submitted by Bee on

Thanks CM.

Bee

Submitted by RJF on

You always maage to say so much in your poems Bee. Love this. R x

 

Submitted by Bee on

Thanks R. Lovely to see you again. 

Bee

Submitted by Denzella on

I so agree with R.  i love your poems.  They really say something to me and you  say so much in so few words.  A lovely expression of love from your mother to you and back.  I often say to my daughters at what point was it that our roles were reversed.  I am at the white haired slow stage.  Mind you there might be snow on the roof but there's a fire in the cellar.

Moya 

 

Submitted by Bee on

 ' I am at the white haired slow stage.  Mind you there might be snow on the roof but there's a fire in the cellar.' - I loved that. Thank you so much - for your wit, and for reading, which are both very much appreciated. 

Bee