Mothering.
From childhood's
pig-tailed time of fun
I hear again those
girl-voiced summers
when rush begun
to win more growth
toward freedom
brought understood
concern from
a parenting mother
whose love
gave firm reasons
for slowing
my aim to be gone
because home
and her secure love
would not be
there to give caring
food forever.
How true this as I muse
on Mothering Sunday
- Author: Fay Slimm. ( Offline)
- Published: March 27th, 2022 04:59
- Category: Unclassified
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Comments6
A thoughtful write Fay.
Thank you Orchi
This is so beautifully written! For us, mothers day doesn't come till May, but this is such a wonderful piece!!!
Thanks Christina - - Wishing you when it arrives a very happy and special day for all Mums
Letting go for mums must be fraught with terror and pride at the same time.
I envisage my daughter in law today, a superb mum, suffering from torn muscles due to her terrible covid coughing whilst still trying to look after a four and eight year old. I guess motherly love is a force to behold in awe.
Lovely lines from you for all of us to consider.
You guess correctly dear Dusk when you see in your daughter in law a force to behold in such mothering even though feeling rough from covid - - sending her the best of wishes for a happy Mothers Day
I had to rush her some of my pain killers today (95 mile round trip) to let her know i care. Didn't see her, she really doesn't want to risk passing on covid to me. Poor gal is in a lot of pain suddenly.
You got me gushing here Fay .. never too big or too old to shed a tear when Mother's are concerned .. x
Yes gushing is allowed on this special day when Mums everywhere take a bow for their caring example of good child rearing. Thank you my dear friend for shedding a tear as we celebrate mothering.
But she was there at the important times of your growing up Fay.
Andy
Truly no love compares to that of a mother's. It's indescribable.
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