i wonder mum if you recall
that game we played when i was young,
those times i’d seat you in a chair
and ask you how you’d like your hair?
on tip-toe i would section strands
tease out the tangles ease the knots,
then twist your dampened wavy locks
round rollers with my fumbling hands
a mirror glance and you would smile
how patiently you’d play along,
a pleasing nod you’d turn to say
i rather like this back combed style
and then i’d try with steady hand
to paint the colour on your lips
apply mascara with a wand
all treasures from your bag of tricks
where do the passing years all go
for you and i wear shades of grey
my mother and my loving friend,
for when i saw you yesterday
the inner child cried out in me
i had a yen to start again
to stand there with my brush and comb
and tease the tangles from your hair
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Author:
Cassie58 (
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- Comment from author about the poem: An old poem out for an airing. One I wrote for my mum when she was alive.
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A lovely piece, Cassie. Thanks for sharing.
A poem of nostalgia and flavored with a hint of sadness and longing. Very nicely worded and with great symbolism. Very nice Cassie
Good write C.
Beautiful
A beautiful write of those magical times a child can have with their mother, very touching write
So very endearing dearest Cassie, I could see the entire picture. Such warmth and love entwined here between a beautiful mum and a beautiful daughter. You certainly teach us how to be kind. 🌹
Wonderfully written, Cassie. Filled with love and longing. Thank you for sharing this gem! 🌹👏
What a beautiful poem. Brushing hair and applying make up. A loving memory of childhood.
One of the last moments I saw my Mother was when she was laid with an Oxygen Mask on her mouth and she Stuck her Tongue out at me. Typical of her Humour. Even now I don’t know if to laugh or cry.
I lovely Poem. Thank you.
Superb use of language and imagery.
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