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.
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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