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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I can barely bring myself to comment on this piece. Sounds like you have some distance from the trauma. Living it is so hard, but I suspect you know that. Thank you for this beautiful offering, I guess it's the way of the world to know loss.

Posted 3 Years Ago


A beautiful sentiment... owed to your mum.

Posted 4 Years Ago


Gee

4 Years 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 4 Years Ago


Gee

4 Years Ago

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

4 Years Ago

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

4 Years Ago

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

Posted 4 Years Ago


Gee

4 Years 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 4 Years Ago


Gee

4 Years 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 4 Years Ago


Gee

4 Years 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 4 Years Ago


Gee

4 Years 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 4 Years Ago


Gee

4 Years Ago

Thank you Coyote. Hope you are well.
Coyote Poetry

4 Years Ago

I am fine dear friend and I hope you are doing well You are welcome.

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Added on September 11, 2019
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Milton keynes, United Kingdom



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