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Writer's pictureLorna Lamon

Echoes

Updated: Apr 9, 2018

A poem written as a tribute to the memories I have of my Mother, conjuring up feelings of warmth, security and love. I hope others can connect in a meaningful way to the words.


Poem about Mother, piano next to Christmas tree.

Reaching into forgotten places, searching

That familiar tilt of your head, captured in the fading photo

Your gaze rests on the yellowing keys of the piano

Where I picked up the fallen notes of your favourite piece

In a dance to the rhythm of our understanding


Those myriad depths of imperfection you feathered with your love

Cast wilful shadows at the windows,

My unfinished sentences once hanging in the air

Have been relegated to sit in the folds of your wrap

Enfolding me, warm and forgiving


Your favourite cup plays host to the taps reassuring drip

The pattern of untamed wild roses ramble like recalcitrant children

Who tested your patience, yet you loved the beauty of their petals

And understood their hidden thorns

I pull my memories around me, savouring the moment

Where your essence touched my soul

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