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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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.
the message is universal and stands the test of time. wonderful lines written from the heart
missing you, my dear friend...hope all well with you.
take care
love this full of love emtotion and memories
your words express the poem beautifully
a fitting tribute to mum she will be proud of you
your talent for writing is amazing never stop
I lost my mother long time back. But still I catch myself wishing if I could talk to her like I used to do. Your poem brought back so many memories. My memories are different from yours but there is a common thread - the remembrance and wishful thinking. Enjoyed reading it immensely
This is a beautiful, nostalgic poem. Excellently written. I enjoyed reading it, and the warmth and love came through.
this has that wonderful golden C stamp running write the way through it from one end, to t'other & I just knew that if I read it more than once back on back, then my eyes would leak involuntarily a little bit .. Neville
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