Now that you are gone,
I make a wish on every falling star I see
(they are few and far between)
to travel back in time,
have you tuck me up in bed so tight,
sing our favourite lullabies
and then kiss me goodnight.
I want to know that you’ll be there
on Christmas morning when I wake,
to be a child again,
to hold on to that memory
afresh, and know that no-one
on this earth can break
my heart again.
Kim M. Russell, 6th December 2018
My response to Imaginary Garden with Real Toads Wordy Thursday with Wild Woman: Homecoming
Sherry reminds us that, at this time of year, our thoughts turn to those we love. It is a time of coming home, sharing the holidays with those closest to us, celebrating love and connection. She says that it seems we spend a lot of time looking back, as the decades roll by, sometimes with chagrin, at times with regret, but most often with nostalgia.
Sherry asks us to write poems that take us back to the people we remember, the places of homecoming at Christmas – and if we don’t celebrate Christmas, it can be a homecoming for whatever celebration brings us and our dear ones together.
Oh Kim….and know that no-one on this earth can break my heart again. this made me cry. We both miss our mothers so much. A beautiful write
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Thank you so much, Toni. Lately I’ve been thinking about her constantly – there must be a reason but I can’t put my finger on it yet.
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Waking on Christmas a child again….”knowing no one on this earth can break my heart again”………..such a poignant, beautiful, heartfelt poem. I miss my mother, too. Sigh.
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Thank you, Sherry.
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It takes a long time to learn to trust again. I don’t know how many years for me, certainly over ten. Now we’ve been married over 45 years, we are still in love.
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Oh, this wish to go back in time for those mornings is so heartfelt. The bitter-sweet feeling, the deeply emotive last line, and the silent melancholy all are beautifully rendered.
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Thank you, Anmol. On 9th January it will be two years since my mum died. Christmas isn’t the same but this year I have my grandson. 🙂
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How very touching, your poem about Christmas past.
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Thank you, Annell.
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“have you tuck me up in bed so tight,
sing our favourite lullabies
and then kiss me goodnight”
Kim, I literally think about this almost every night — how badly I want my mom to tuck me in again, to sing to me, to kiss my forehead. I can see the specific way her narrow lips puckered when she was young and coming in for a peck. I miss it more than anything in the world.
Thank goodness I memorized all the lullabies and have sung them to my own children. It’s sort of a legacy, I hope — to pass that memory, those words, down through the generations. Then I’ve added a couple of my own, so hopefully that blending keeps the family bloodline alive with past maternal magic.
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I’m the same, and now I have a grandson to share the lullabies. I see my mum every time I look in the mirror, which is a comfort. Thank you for reading and commenting. 😊
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Even as difficult as my childhood was there are times I just want to be held by my mother.
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Thanks Kim – I tend a mother who won’t be around much longer, and my Christmas memories of her are far different from my father, who was always one foot out the door on some self-important mission. The last line is precious and ironic both — safe in one sense because in another the world’s heart has already been forever broken.
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I can only reach out to you from a great distance, Brendan as one who has known the pain of watching my mother fade away.
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Some people are irreplaceable.
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Yes, they are.
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Yesterday would have been my mother’s 90th birthday. I find myself wishing to hold her hand one more time. This is such a poignant tribute to your mother Kim.
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Thank you, Linda. I hope you got through the day OK.
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I did, thank you. Her roses are in full bloom!
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Wiping my eyes. . .poignant, Kim.
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Thank you so much, Merril. I apologise for taking so long to reply, but I’ve been offline on grandmother duties. 🙂
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I hope they were lovely grandmother duties!
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My daughter said I was a brilliant babysitter and Lucas loves me!
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Awww! ❤
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