My Mother And I Agree On Something

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By airyfairy

Mon, 27 Mar 2017
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My Mother And I Agree On Something

 

And to be old is not so big a thing,

No great achievement nor a great defeat.

It’s better than what else the fates might bring:

 

An empty chair where I still take my seat.

I do not care that boobs have now gone south

And wax must make my chin a downy cheat.

 

So what if plastic pearls now grace my mouth?

And is forgetting names to be a crime?

I do not mourn hot cravings of my youth,

 

My lust is for the gigolo called Time,

Who takes my payment - boobs, chin, teeth, the lot –

But will not give what I crave to be mine:

 

The space to try, fail, take that second shot,

In blissful sureness of another day,

And after that still others to be caught,

 

Held to the light, allowed to slip away

Unmourned, ignored, outshone by glittered play.

 

 

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Comments

Submitted by Stephen Thom on

Beautiful piece. Esp.loved the first and final stanzas, very touching. 'The space to try, fail, take that second shot', lovely, lasting words

 

Submitted by Philip Sidney on

So beautiful and wise, age means nothing and precious days of life everything.  

Submitted by Insertponceyfre... on

yes to everything said by the others - and despite the acceptance there's still an optimism running thorugh this, which is a Good Thing

 

Submitted by YaseminB on

Beautiful and a great poem.

Yasemin Balandi

Submitted by Philip Sidney on

Ignore the wrinkles and seize the day!  Thanks airyfairy for your wise words - and they are our facebook and twitter pick of the day - do share!

Submitted by airyfairy on

Thank you!  So grateful for the kind comments - this is a bit of a special one, as you can imagine.  I can hear my mum saying, 'Don't be so daft.  Who'd want to read a poem about me?'  Thanks again. 

Submitted by celticman on

aye, time is the master and the servant of age, but only a wise man or women is truely present in the present. 

 

Submitted by Zabeth on

For what it's worth, I get the sense from this poem that your mom was a cool lady. We all get old, there's no shame in that. But to appreciate the time you have is a lesson I think we could all stand to learn- I know I could. 

Thanks.

Submitted by Deliberately Ev... on

I love the line "wax must make my chin a downy cheat" this poem reminds me a lot of. My mum and the way she used to speak.

The beat of your heart is the mellifluent rhythm to my soul.

Submitted by airyfairy on

Thank you - what a lovely comment.  x

Submitted by Insertponceyfre... on

This is our brilliant Poem of the Week - Congratulations!

 

Submitted by airyfairy on

Thank you!

Submitted by Insertponceyfre... on

This is our Poem of the Month - Congratulations!

 

Submitted by airyfairy on

Oh my.  That's amazing.  Thank you. 

Submitted by Tom Brown on

Just add Grandmother. Serious.

 

Submitted by ladybell on

The rhyme scheme of this poem is music to the ears. The line " plastic pearls now grace my mouth" is a most beautiful and accurate methapor. Reading this feels like water gliding through your fingertips. The words never disrupting the flow and cadence of the piece. Wonderful work!

 

Submitted by Di_Hard on

"the space to try, fail, take a second shot, in blissful sureness of another day" BRILLIANT. The whole poem has a lovely sound, full of motion and the idea of time being space is so clever. And "outshone by glittered play" gives the impression of goals achieved, so it finishes triumphant. A wise and wonderful poem

 

Submitted by airyfairy on

Thank you for reading and for such a lovely comment.  I'm glad you enjoyed it.

Submitted by MarciaMarcia on

I love your piece. It resonates with what I feel. 
thank You.   MarciaMarcia