They are with us -
We carry them in our spirits
and constantly mural their faces
on the walls of emptinesses
left before us
Their legacies we carry
within us
In our silences they visit us
In the numb vastness of our nothings
the sound of their voices
never forsakes us
Unendingly, memories
of their vintage masterpieces
forever remain
from the other side
melancholic mighty shipwrecks
that sank in the turbulent expanse
of ached elusive longings
down to the midnight floors
of our hearts' most deepest oceans –
They - are with us
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Author:
Garth Rakumakoe (Pseudonym) (
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Your title drew my attention as it surmounted the worded tribute to mothers who tried their very best to leave us with memories which nothing else could replace. A compelling read dear friend.
Oh, thank you dear Fay. There is no greater truth than what you just said.
We walk in shoes of mothers.
Sometimes you feel a bit grown up when parents die, but still value the advice they would have given you when times were tough.
Absolutely, Paul. I couldn't agree more you know, a mother's place in one's life is always one that no one else can occupy. I totally agree.
an impressive and well justified dedication my friend .. beautiful in its very own write .............. Neville
Coming from such a pen as yours Neville, this compliment is a colorful feather in my hat hey! - Many thanks 🙂
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