Every summer in my earliest years,
My mum aired a hand-sewn quilt
And placed it on my bed.
On sunny Sunday mornings,
We would trace a patchwork journey,
Each square a story
Of the girl my mum used to be
Before she belonged to me.
Mum met everyone with a smile,
A blossoming bud gleaming
With pink lipstick and sweetly scented
With powder from a compact.
She’d always stop to have a chat,
With a kind word for everyone
And a giggle that could melt
Even the hardest of hearts.
She knew the words to many songs,
Lullabied us with ‘Scarlet Ribbons’
‘Vespers’ and ‘Island in the Sun’,
The songs I sang to her
When the girlish smile I held so dear
Had become a faded flicker on her lips
And the touch of her hand
A mere brush of finger tips.
Kim M. Russell 2017
In loving memory of my mum, who died of pneumonia in the final stages of dementia on 9th January 2017 and was cremated on 8th February 2017.
Linked to dVerse Poets Pub Open Link Night after a week of no laptop due to a hard drive failure.