Saying bye to Mummy
Jan 21, 2012 at 8:34 PM in Poetry
remembering..
mummy’s scent,
her hands – warm,
her wisdom, my encyclopedia
her cooking – my magic lamp
How, do you?
say good bye,
to mummy?
Do you, close your eyes?
Clench your teeth?
memories..
Bear hug,
white apron,
standing,
rolling pastry, baking,
on a hot summers day
bright home made
yellow flowered dress
moving with rhythm
precision
as breeze of open
back door
hits warm rising cakes,
tumbling out gently,
stollens, cheese straws, hearty soups.
Magician mummy,
great eiderdown
of treasure and oven love.
fuels my belly
knitted my socks
covered my back,
with giant thick pullovers
topped with string gloves.
How, do you?
say good bye,
to mummy?
Do you, close your eyes?
Clench your teeth?
(c) kjbeeston 2012
Marck Riggins said on Jan 21, 2012 at 8:42 PM
God blessed me with a nurturing and wise mother. I took passage by way of your time-machine of words, to my early days at home and am impressed by the scene left on my psyche. Great write, sir!
kieran Joshua beeston said on Jan 22, 2012 at 9:40 AM
Thanks Marck, they always say dont look back, but i think its grand sometimes to see what we either forget or gets lost in life, and to remember all that my mum, and my dad have done for me, the little, but big gestures. it was a pleasure to remember and spark others own memories.
Nadi Gray said on Jan 21, 2012 at 8:46 PM
I adore this poem because it accomplishes everything I want in my poems, it records forever the painted memories in our bodies, minds, and emotions. Very well done and a fine tribute to last, Nadi
kieran Joshua beeston said on Jan 22, 2012 at 9:36 AM
Hi Nadi, i will have to check out yours and others poems, i am often just working and then writing and post. and i read whatever pops up in the group here as i log in. i like your imagery, thank you for showing me how it brings up a visual imagery for you. i think you just have to write about what touches you,
Marie Jacobs said on Jan 21, 2012 at 9:51 PM
you honor your mom and that is wonderful , My mom was a very strong woman who gave me love and taught me as yours did . I love the poem well done my friend Marie
kieran Joshua beeston said on Jan 22, 2012 at 9:32 AM
thank you Marie, i am glad that we share some strong women as mothers in our life. my mum is still alive, but terminally ill. so i wont show her the poem. unless its bits. i am sure i could show her the whole lot but i dont want to make her sad
Marie Jacobs said on Jan 22, 2012 at 6:26 PM
Please show her the poem she will know in her heart how much you love here being a mom my self and yes i have been where your mom is and i won the fight show her the poem . Marie
kieran Joshua beeston said on Jan 22, 2012 at 9:41 AM
do you know, i think she will think of her own mother too?
kdarcy said on Jan 22, 2012 at 1:04 PM
Well done, memories captured beautifully in images one can see or relate to without being there, maybe not even having shared growoing up. Be well k
kieran Joshua beeston said on Jan 22, 2012 at 3:03 PM
Thanks K, very nice of you to give me such wonderful feed-back. be well, back at you
ginga said on Jan 22, 2012 at 10:22 PM
In the best way you can you thank Mummy and talk to her still. You may understand more of what I am saying if you read my poem, “Dad.” This is a poignant and heartfelt read.
ginga (:
kieran Joshua beeston said on Jan 31, 2012 at 5:39 AM
okay Ginga thank you i will read your poem
kieran Joshua beeston said on Jun 14, 2012 at 6:34 PM
my mother passed away on the 1st of June. her name was Christine. i did not go to the funeral, i said my good bye in the chapel of rest and before when she passed away. i think more of a shock and amazement to see someone die rather than it feeling bad, there for such a long time and then gone so quickly. she passed away peacefully with me and my father sitting in the room with her. I felt so close to her in walsingham, norfolk, as if she was with me, and she feels with me, i dont know how it pans out in the long run, we sat outside near the resturant, drinking tea, walked around walsingham all three of us, me, my mum, and bee, and then we sat with veggie burger, and mum with her fish and chips, eating them near the our lady church with our backs near the wall. and then went and had a walk around holkham hall, and i took a picture of her near the gates of their church. i had my mum for 40 years, i think that luck. spent loads of time with her, more than anyone. and i cant say there is anything she did not teach me, its all wrapped up in joy and sorrow, and both together, is my love for my mother.
kieran Joshua beeston said on Jun 14, 2012 at 6:37 PM
and i have this gift of sensing things, i get from my mother, we understand a lot of things, even things which cant be seen. we can look at someone and feel their aura.