Gratitude

Gratitude

A Poem by Chris Shaw
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A breakthrough, what those moments can do for you.

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So unexpected through the maze
and from the confines of her bed,
at last a pathway clears the haze.
Was it something that I said,
that made her stretch to touch my hand?

Her head leaned forward, not a word,
I heard her laughter as it broke.
Through all the smoke that fogs her mind,
the unkind battles she has fought.
I never thought once more I'd see,
my Mother's eyes smile back at me.

© 2018 Chris Shaw


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This is so beautiful. I can see and understand it clearly. It hit home on a personal level too as I remember my own mother's days of rare lucidity when she could find her way through the fog. It's like watching a flower bloom right in front of your eyes. So touching. F.

Posted 6 Months Ago


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Chris Shaw

6 Months Ago

When the fog clears, what a joy that can be. Thank you Fabian for your thoughts.

Chri.. read more



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I just got another one of them shivers, so I did and can distinctly recall the first time these particular words spoke to me, opened my eyes and made me feel almost ashamed to smile at them knowingly ........ Neville x

Posted 3 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

3 Months Ago

Strange. I haven't read these words for a while. It was like reading them from a stranger's point of.. read more
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Gee
This even more poignant now Christine. Beautiful to read.
Hope you enjoyed the spring sunshine yesterday :)

Posted 5 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

5 Months Ago

Thank you Gee for finding this older poem. Yes a treasured memory. We spent the day and night in the.. read more
Gee

5 Months Ago

You too. Have been charged with cremating meat this afternoon :))
Chris Shaw

5 Months Ago

Good luck with that :)
Just beautiful Chris and lovely piece. I'm so glad you got to experience that moment. My thoughts are with you dear friend and your family.
Take Care
Richard

Posted 5 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

5 Months Ago

Thank you dear Richard for your thoughts. So pleased you stopped by to visit today.

C.. read more
This is heartwarming and beautifully
penned dear Chris; that moment in
time when lucid thoughts are felt
sorry to hear of your mother's passing
make me remember my mom's also
but we have those precious memories
to hold onto..lovely poem

Posted 6 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

6 Months Ago

Thank you dear Fran for stopping by and for your condolences. So thoughtful of you. The memories tak.. read more
This touched my memory on a lot of levels. The last days of life often come with an improvement in condition and to have that moment with those who we love is so important to our memories. And my friend who recently died. Her eyes were shut tight for a couple days and then flew wide open for the last ten minutes of her life and I felt I saw into her soul. Your poem really hit spots in my heart and brain like good poems do. Really intense Chris. Not sure if I should thank you or cry on you. Both I guess.

Posted 6 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

6 Months Ago

Sorry for your loss Bill. Interesting what you said about your friend's last ten minutes. That is ex.. read more
William Michael Reeves

6 Months Ago

Wow! The shared experiences we all have. And brought to life, and death, in our poetry. Pretty inten.. read more
Oh my G.. This is exactly what happened with my mother..and of course I am crying...
Oh how I wish she were here to enjoy...
Wonderful, sweet poem dearest Chris..
Hugs,
Lisa

Posted 6 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

6 Months Ago

Thank you Lisa. Sorry for the tears. Bless you for stopping by.

Chris
Lisasview

6 Months Ago

Oh gosh, do not be sorry for my tears.. I always feel that if I read a poem that stirs something in .. read more
A Mothers Smile as her Eyes see you as a flower unfolding...
A Gift to cherish as you face all the tomorrows. tenderly, Pat

Posted 6 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

6 Months Ago

Thank you dear Pat. A gift indeed. A lovely memory to ponder on in the years ahead. Hope you and Rog.. read more
Patricia Wedel

6 Months Ago

Thanks Chris... our City has so many Cherry Blossom trees with pale Pink blossoms... even with the R.. read more
Chris Shaw

6 Months Ago

Your cherry blossom blessings sound amazing. Such a pretty time of year. Wishing the very best for b.. read more
I’m sure my own mother will go out one day saying that I need to iron my pants or something else frivolous. Vanity will follow her to the end. Be what you can to her while she’s here. There should be no regrets in the end

Posted 6 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

6 Months Ago

Thank you Tate. This is an old poem out for an airing. My mum has since died, but this moment remai.. read more
Tate Morgan

6 Months Ago

All is well thank you
Chris Shaw

6 Months Ago

Good to hear. Happy weekend to you.
Oh, Chris, this is heartbreaking. How I wish I could see my mother's smiling green eyes and hear her laughter once more. This moment is a treasure for you...and for her too. Beautifully written. Lydi***

Posted 6 Months Ago


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Chris Shaw

6 Months Ago

Thank you dear Lydi**. A treasured memory for me for sure. Not something I will ever forget. Please.. read more
Helllo Chris, nice to read this

Posted 6 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

6 Months Ago

Thank you so much Cassie. All the best.

Chris

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Berkshire, United Kingdom



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Albert, my paternal grandfather introduced me to Tennyson when I was nine. I have loved poetry ever since but did not attempt writing a single piece until I was 40. It's never too late to try somethin.. more..

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