Mums and their hearts. I miss mine so much three years on. The poem, context and photo together give a clear view of your care and love of your mother and a glimpse of her character. I like her stubbornness about going for a walk and her slight wildness in the photo. I imagine this will be a tough first Christmas without her.
Yes there is defo a bit of frustration in the style of writing - she was driving me nuts!! 😂 but I feel utterly unmoored without her. She was a lovely person. I’m sure I will eventually share the poems I wrote recently about her death, but it’s too soon and I can’t tell if they are any good either because they all just make me cry!
Oh, mine drove me nuts at times, too, Susannah. But that’s all part of the complexity. And “unmoored” is such a good way of describing life without your mum. I expect your poems will come into focus over time, no rush to decide whether they are finished.
Mums and their hearts. I miss mine so much three years on. The poem, context and photo together give a clear view of your care and love of your mother and a glimpse of her character. I like her stubbornness about going for a walk and her slight wildness in the photo. I imagine this will be a tough first Christmas without her.
Yes there is defo a bit of frustration in the style of writing - she was driving me nuts!! 😂 but I feel utterly unmoored without her. She was a lovely person. I’m sure I will eventually share the poems I wrote recently about her death, but it’s too soon and I can’t tell if they are any good either because they all just make me cry!
Oh, mine drove me nuts at times, too, Susannah. But that’s all part of the complexity. And “unmoored” is such a good way of describing life without your mum. I expect your poems will come into focus over time, no rush to decide whether they are finished.
I love your love for your mum.
It’s funny isn’t it how after she has died I realise she really was my best friend! ❤️