Mother's Hands

Mother's Hands

A Poem by Gee
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Remembering..

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A simple autumnal leaf,
dry, cracked,
veins pronounced,
each of its five tips curling, arthritic
as if closing,
desperately trying to keep a last hold on life...

Tears came, surprising me,
visions of mum and her soft parchment hands filled my head.

© 2019 Gee


Author's Note

Gee
Missing mum

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A beautiful sentiment... owed to your mum.

Posted 3 Weeks Ago


Gee

3 Weeks Ago

Thank you Katrina. Miss her loads :(
loved this Gee, held my Mums hand in those last few moments and it was exactly as you describe, like the most fragile of dried cracked leaves

Posted 1 Month Ago


Gee

1 Month Ago

Good afternoon Gram, so sad.
Thanks for taking the time to both read and comment
gram linski

1 Month Ago

not that good an afternoon, am watching the rugby, still got the football to cheer me up, lol
Gee

1 Month Ago

Do to them what you did to us...
I am flattered that my leaf photo inspired this! Beautiful analogy here, Gordon.

Posted 1 Month Ago


Gee

1 Month Ago

Thank you....twice.
Good morning, hope your coming weekend is a good one :))
Such a beautiful poem, how lovely that we can be reminded of our loved ones in the most unexpected of ways. Sounds like there was a lot of love between you.
Laura.

Posted 1 Month Ago


Gee

1 Month Ago

Indeed there was.
Thank you
A beautiful tribute to your mum. It's the blessing and burden of nature, the green and gray of seasons. But, we take it as a gift, like your words.

Posted 1 Month Ago


Gee

1 Month Ago

Thank you RER
When I get to missing my grandmother I make corn flake chicken LOL it is my ultimate comfort food the smell of it brings her back to me, I don't eat meat very often but strangely enough that's what i made for dinner yesterday and then I read this:) I can still hear her Laugh if i squint the right way she is a part of me I repeat many of her silly expressions now almost reflexively. she had very bad arthritis too but they were truly beautiful hands

Posted 2 Months Ago


Gee

2 Months Ago

Thank you Robert
I understand the poem my friend. I was raise-up by my dear grandmother. I miss her too. A kind voice in my world. Thank you for sharing the amazing poetry and your thoughts.
Coyote

Posted 2 Months Ago


Gee

2 Months Ago

Thank you Coyote. Hope you are well.
Coyote Poetry

2 Months Ago

I am fine dear friend and I hope you are doing well You are welcome.
You will see, feel and hear her in so many ways Gee, as you so beautifully described. The familiar smell of home baking, someone using a familiar phrase, the little personal things that brought smiles, and of course tears.
We never fully understand how much we are our mothers son, until they are no longer there.
Winter misses sun, summer misses autumnal breeze, but they are only seasons, the place in your heart for them is eternal.

Posted 2 Months Ago


Gee

2 Months Ago

Thanks Lorry. Some memories not you like a sledgehammer.
Hope all is well up North :)

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Added on September 11, 2019
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Milton keynes, United Kingdom



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