Lost slippers and kittens, Long ago days on a windy beach, The china owl you gave her, All are out of reach. The smile you remember is missing, A fading smear on her lips; The touch of the hand you are holding Is a mere brush of her fingertips. The photographs that you show her […]
Tag: Mother
My Mother’s Smile
My response to Carpe Diem #1026 Smile Today’s inspirational quote is from Mother Teresa (1910-1997): “Let us always meet each other with smile, for the smile is the beginning of love.” lined and thinned with age the ghost of her smile survives a spark in blue eyes © Kim M. Russell, 2016
Mother’s Warning
My response to Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Wordle #113 “June 13th, 2016” In an ocean of dust And human detritus, Slithery silverfish gather In bathroom bacchanalia, Feasting on rancid remnants of mascara, Flakes of torn-off toilet tissue and wallpaper. As I heave and fumble, My face translucent At the sickening sight, I recall an element Of cliché In […]
My Mother’s Hands
My response to Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Heeding Haiku With Chèvrefeuille Our challenge this week is to take a haiku by a classical haiku poet: First autumn morning the mirror I stare into shows my father’s face. © Murakami Kijo* and then create a haibun with a maximum of 300 words, including our own original haiku. When […]
A Mother’s Love
My response to Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie B&P’s Shadorma and Beyond – Madrigal This week Bastet has treated us to a mini history of Italian poetry and introduced us to the Italian madrigal, a pastoral or love song written in lines of seven or eleven syllables and consisting of two or three tercets followed by one or […]
Mother Tongue
My response to Carpe Diem #941 Heart, inspired by Kristjaan’s introduction. native mother tongue umbilical cord of words poet’s soul-anchor © Kim M. Russell, 2016 Image found on www.wattpad.com
Sunday has come around…
and I am already anxious about visiting my mother in the care home. Remember Me Her eyes are still the same; Time has drawn a few more lines And they take longer to light up With recognition. Oh to go back in time, When she called me by my name, Hugged me close and kissed […]
Waiting for Sunday to come around
We are going to visit my mother on Sunday. She is in a home over a hundred miles from where we live and it is getting harder and harder to visit her as dementia is eating her memory away. She cannot remember my name but still recognises me; every time we visit I am greeted by […]
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