Seasons

 

The pain of the inevitabilty for some.


 

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I want to shield you with my arms,
shelter you from fate.
Rage against time
and invert the hour-glass
to take us back
to the old days
of my trying youth.

Measuring me for dresses,
then those late nights
waiting up after dances.
till you heard my key in the lock.
Those poetry evenings by the fire…
Or me trying to keep up
with your fast gait .

I refuse to surrender you to amnesia
confusion and unsteady walk.
Fading sight and vulnerability,
dark uncertainty,
lonely, bleak nights
and fear.

I never could understand your tears,
when I fell and needed stitches
as a young girl.

It was my knee,
not yours.

But now I know.
God!
how I know.

 

 

 

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Lovely sentiment, Alison. Of course you don’t have to remember your Mum as the fragile lady she is now. As you well know, we are all ageless and timeless and will ultimately all be reunited in another place. The older I get, the less scared I am of death. I have no doubt that something better is waiting for us afterwards.

David Icke’s views on consciousness are a real inspiration to me. I have come to very similar realisations independently of him, thanks to various wonderful chemicals…

Archie x

mikeverdi

I too have spent countless hours, with someone who remember none of them the next time we met. My mother in law was special to me, to see her disintegrate before my eyes was more than I could bear.
Beautiful writing Alison.
Mike XxX

sweetwater

Alison this so beautiful, so loving, so quietly desperate. I guess I have been very lucky neither my mum or my dad deteriorated in this way, in fact I don’t think any family members have suffered from mental confusion. I’m hoping I can stay as alert as them. I can only imagine how dreadfully difficult it must be for you, it must tear at the soul. Sue xx

valdohren

Another lovely poem about your mum Alison. Lost my mum to suicide when I was a teenager, and I would have given anything to have had a her through my life. But you still have yours, and painful though it may be for you right now, you are lucky to have had those years, and I am sure she cherishes those years too, even if she is unable to relate it to you. My very best wishes to both of you.
Val xx

amman

Such aching sadness in your words, Alison. The ending does indeed capture the essence of a mother’s love and concern. A beautiful poem.

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