Even
though it is now 28 years since my mother died, I can still
not get used to the idea that I cannot share with her any
joyous occasions, to send her a 'Mother's Day' card, or
spoil her on her birthday or indeed, any day. Of
course my siblings and I never called her 'Mother'...she was
our 'Mam'...which is a North Eastern England way of saying
'Mum'.
The last
time I saw her was when my husband, two children and I were
returning to Australia, I was filled with the hope of her
promise that she would come out to see us for a
holiday...but it was never to be. A few weeks after
landing in South Australia, we received a telegram telling
us of her passing...no words could describe how I
felt. It was one thing to lose my mam, but
another that I could not afford to return to say my last
goodbyes, we simply did not have any money left to do
this.
I often
read or hear how some people neglect their mum's or hold a
grudge against them for some silly reason or other. I
say to you all, " Life is too short and nothing is so bad
that you shun the person who gave birth to you, I mean as
far as family tiffs are concerned and not in the abuse
cases." Many a time we can not remember the
initial argument or squabble and it seems ridiculous that
it has to be carried on un-needlessly, surely the
forgetting part indicates that it wasn't too important
anyway. I have a dear friend who is filled with so
much sorrow that her family do not visit her and one won't
talk to her because of a difference of opinion...this makes
me so sad.
Here is a
poem that I wrote for my 'mam' only yesterday, but I think
that it can be shared with all other mums out there
too. I dedicate this also to my 'Mom' who was a
wonderful mother-in-law to me, she was close to me in my
heart and I thought of her as my second mum....her name was
Jane Newton and she died 33 years ago.
The verse
was done using the Papyrus
font.
Through The Prism of a
Teardrop.
I swear I still
see your face,
as clear as when I saw
you last,
and the sound of your
voice plays
softly in my ears,
whilst my thoughts
whirl back longingly to
the past.
Your hair shines through rays of pure
light,
your eyes sparkle with
so much love,
I hear your laughter
carried by the wind,
your sweet burst of
song gives me delight,
memories of you on the
wings of a dove.
I see you through the
prism of a teardrop,
and deep sadness
engulfs me once again,
for I ache to show you
how much I care,
to give you
flowers, to caress your soft cheek,
I treasure the memory
of you, it eases my pain.
I love you
Mother!
©
May 2002 Mary E Newton,
aka Lady Oz, for my Mother's remembrance page.
Please do not use without my permission, if you wish to
use it please let me know
first.
