it's september again

it's been four years since my mom passed away....it was in september

photo by heather liebler

courtesy of clementseye on etsy.com

i claim a hefty dollop
of summer’s humidity
reserved for only me
as i open the hatchway to my day
the balmy breeze unclutters
the rubber tree’s mind
while a susurrus of butterfly wings
buttons the still dreamy air
to my tranquilized thoughts
of just such a gentle morning
from another time
embracing your memory
i taste a tear
it’s September again, mommy

i miss you

Author's Note

when the calendar page turns and it's septmeber again, memories come rolling in

Reviews

[Linda alexander]

Beautiful and powerful poem, sorry for your loss, my dad's death anniversary is on October, I am the only sibling among eight alive, we were nine one sister passed away who can not attend the family get together for his death anniversary as I can not travel now and I am sad about, I lost him when I was nineteen

[Lydia Shutter]

sorry for your loss too, linda.....we never forget. thanks for your review. Lydi**

[Linda alexander]

You welcome, take care

[Alfred Kukitz]

You can pack a real wallop in sweetness Lydia. My Mom followed in October when perhaps I'll share a tear with thee.

The beauty of your words.........speechless.

Regards,
Al

[Lydia Shutter]

Al, you are so kind. So many months are tough on me. Mother's Day, Father's Day, their anniversary, their birthdays, their deaths.......all in the course of May through September. Truth is, I miss them every day. They were my world. Yes, we can share. Thank you very much. Lydi**

[B.J]

It certainly does create memories, to many in different way. September I always think of my father, good memories.

[Lydia Shutter]

You are binge reading me...thank you!

[B.J]

Yes I know I found you, and enjoyed your work it is quiet here in the morning, where I live and enjoy a good fun read in the morning

[KATHY SUE SILLS]

Yest certain days or months can bring on memories, some happy while other sad!

[Lydia Shutter]

Thank you.

[KATHY SUE SILLS]

You are welcome!

[Dara]

There is always something bittersweet about early autumn. While it is a beautiful time of year, it reminds us that the carefree days of summer are gone and those memories become more poignant than ever. This is a wonderful tribute to your mom, Lydi.

[Lydia Shutter]

What a sweet review. Thank you very much. Lydi**

[David Scott]

Yes...
The spiral of our lives...
Revisiting the proximity of past moments and somehow being a small skip from the future of inevitable proximity to today's joys and sorrows.

You do your mother justice to memorialize her so in poetic expression.
Lovely!

[Lydia Shutter]

Your words are warm and soothing, David. Thank you. Lydi**

[David Scott]

Reading this poem was like finding a memory... There was just something I was feeling as familiar, even though I know this was just for you. It reminds me of how connected we all really are, even in our solace.

[Lydia Shutter]

If only people realized that. We are all human. We have all lost someone we love. We can relate on that level if no other. You are empathetic, David. I appreciate that.

[Sami Khalil]

I had to read this again. Powerful....:).........

[Lydia Shutter]

Thanks, Sami. Lydi**

[Sami Khalil]

You are welcome...:)..........

[willweb]

How can sad be so beautiful, you sure know the secret to that Lydi. I loved this poem. September comes and the air changes, there is just something that feels different, but the memories will always remain the same.

[Lydia Shutter]

Will, your reviews are always so complimentary. Thank you very much. Lydi**

[willweb]

And your poetry is always so beautiful. You are welcome.

[Beccy]

We called grandma nanny goggles because she always wore old fashioned pink national health service glasses. Hardly ever took them off, just sort of pushed them up over her forehead. We loved her so much, and we'd stay over at weekends as often as we could. She had four spare bedrooms in her house and they were always full of kids, me, my sister, our two cousins, plus any friends we wanted to stay. During the season, she'd take us all blackberry picking in the hedgerows, and in early spring we'd go to Nobottle woods and walk among the bluebells. We'd like for her to have stayed with us forever and I know my dad still misses her terribly, even after all this time. When she passed, it was so peaceful for her, she just fell asleep in her favourite chair in the conservatory that overlooked the garden. My dad kept her house in the family and rents it out because he didn't want to sell it.

Sorry, I've gone on far too long, but I just wanted you to know how much I understand about how you feel.

Beccy. x

[Lydia Shutter]

Beccy, I am touched by what you have shared here. What a wonderful memory you have of her. Lydi**