Sing to Me
Missing my mother!
Cradle me –
in your warm arms I’ll inhale
the fragrance of your skin,
playing butterflies
eyelashes flutter
against each other’s cheeks.
Sing to me –
lift me with your spirit
in rousing hymns;
soothe me with lullabies,
swaying until I rest.
I’m growing old, Mam
yet that little girl lingers,
longing for the solace
of your embrace.
When sleeplessly tired
I ache for the lilting
timbre of your voice.
© capricorn 2020
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This brought tears to my eyes, I lost my mum 20 years ago and my whole world fell apart, it could have been yesterday my world still hasn’t repaired itself. I loved the whole poem, but the last verse especially hit home.
A lovely poem replaying special memories deeply meaningful. Sue.
Reading your comments has brought tears to my eyes now. I lost my mum 10 years ago and like you it seems like yesterday. Some days I miss her more now than ever, No my world hasn’t repaired itself either. Eira
Love it, I never got on with my mother….but I still miss her.
Mike
I don’t think you have to get on with someone to miss them. i’m so glad you liked this.
Eira
Very poignant, Capricorn.
Thanks O. It is poignant to look back.
Eira
I truly envy you the experience. My mother and I never got on all that well. It took me years before I realised she was very adept at hiding her mental illness..
A lovely heartfelt poem to be sure.
Your comment has made me feel sad. Mothers are good at hiding all kinds of things.
Eira x
Made me cry unreservedly. I know you will understand why. A beauty of a poem.
Into favs
Simply stunning.
Alison xxx
Yes, I do understand, Alison. It’s good to see you back. I have been wondering how your mother is now. I wrote this a few years after I lost Mam, but sometimes miss her more than ever. Thanks for adding it to you fave’s and I think you must have nominated this? Thanks.
Eira xx