Gentle she was.

Polesden  Lacey

Gentle she was, a young woman of means, beautiful in her Marcel Wave she was. A hair dresser with her own shop a teaser of hair and tresses. Then the quiet Irish man took her eye and her heart.

Not impressed were her parents with the young Irish trade unionist from the motor trade. Time eventually brought them round to accept the vows the young couple had made.

Grief she bore when her fist born died at six months brave she was to have more. Three girls then two boys , and two more angels lost in-between. Then after all was finished me, making six. Hard she worked to bring us up and support her quiet man who was there for her too.

Kind she was, good and open hearted she was. The door always open to family and waifs and strays big hearted she was to all who past through our door. Always there she was, with words of wisdom and comfort. Her beautiful heart shone through her eyes.

Patient she was  but there was temper there if needed, she was not strong or mean but if needed her children and her man she would defend to the death!

Beautiful she was in features and in heart there was not task she would not finish if she had made a start. Cried for her daughters she did as her man gave them away and when her sons went too she had a proud day.

Together alone again by themselves again. Happy she was full of the business of her quiet man. Yet she was always ready to talk and help and ease our pain. Cleaver she was but not school or college wise she was wise in life and love and truth and need.

Lonely she was when her man was taken , wept she did as she wanted to join him. Lost she was without the quiet man . Heart broken she became though she threw herself in to caring for grandchildren.

Gone she was before her body, her mind and soul went to him. Lost to us she was a smile here and there maybe a flash of recognition.Unknowing of all around her she was,sad eyed frighted lamb lonely lonely.

Tiny she was when she went sadly lost to us long before . Gone into her mind to find her quiet man. Tears we shed for her,we wept in grief and I in anger because so long had she been gone and I had wanted to talk to her,  but gone she really was.

Anemones her favourite flowers were they always remind me of her. I forgave her for leaving me and now accept she had to go as by the side of her quiet man was where she had to be.Never to be forgotten.

Anemones her favourite flowers

35 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Missus Tribble
    Jun 03, 2012 @ 10:00:57

    This is so moving Willow.

    Is that her in the photograph?


    • willowdot21
      Jun 03, 2012 @ 19:36:13

      Thank you Missus Tribble yes that is my Mum as a young girl with her Marcele Wave. Wasn’t she beautiful !


      • Missus Tribble
        Jun 03, 2012 @ 21:29:15

        Yes, she was VERY beautiful. I’m so glad that your parents were so wonderful 🙂

      • willowdot21
        Jun 03, 2012 @ 21:35:20

        Thank you they were normal people, caring people they did their best. The were not special , except to us. The did what they could …I am not crowing about them I am just grateful they were who they were.

      • Missus Tribble
        Jun 03, 2012 @ 22:24:17

        You have every right to feel proud of them 🙂

      • willowdot21
        Jun 04, 2012 @ 08:00:41

        🙂 I was lucky and I did not realize it at the time like all children I resented rules and the fact that my Mum was an “older mummy” being the last of 9 pregnancys Mum was 45yrs when she had me, and like all teenagers I resented the “Be home by 10.30pm” rule, if I was late my boyfriend ( husband now) was banned from the house for a few nights ( I still met him up the road though!!) and of course Dad being a union man he used to to say “your banned Brother” and if we lingered too long at the gate he would say “shake a leg brothers” silly things we remember, why did we kick at them?

  2. Linda Willows
    Jun 03, 2012 @ 11:45:51

    beautiful, Willow……….special, Love to you, Linda


  3. stephenedwards425
    Jun 03, 2012 @ 18:10:42

    Willow, you did it…you honored your Mother with the same wonderful Spirit Words as you did your Father. Their crowns shine brighter today due to your love…thank you.

    Be encouraged!


  4. mountainmae
    Jun 04, 2012 @ 01:17:40

    A lovely tribute from a loving daughter. Love is eternal.


  5. Ian Moone
    Jun 04, 2012 @ 05:31:03

    Quite moving Willow


  6. willofheart
    Jun 04, 2012 @ 15:00:50

    this is beautiful willow, so beautiful…


  7. granbee
    Jun 04, 2012 @ 22:19:24

    What a wonderfully devoted and gifted daughter you are, willowdot, to honor your mother in this fine way.


  8. Unsungpoet
    Jun 06, 2012 @ 17:40:15

    My dear, I read the tribute to your dad first, and now this..and I’m crying like a baby!…So lovely what you have done here. I’m basking in the experience of your personally sacred roots, and it’s a warm glow…


    • willowdot21
      Jun 06, 2012 @ 17:46:05

      We were so lucky, but I am not trying to say it was all rosey rosey, there were rows, troubles,teenage rebellions and all sorts of normal ups and downs but the lasting memories of Mum and Dad are good. I am glad you liked it. 😉 XXX


  9. eof737
    Jun 06, 2012 @ 20:04:34

    Yes, she was beautiful with sensitive eyes…


  10. prayingforoneday
    Mar 30, 2013 @ 20:11:24

    She was an amazing woman. The picture you paint is of love and caring. Knowing things only a mother would. I am a man, I am Scottish (I will stop reminding people one day) But I had a tear in my eye at the end almost.
    But the love was there and the memories you have, and you can share.
    And thank you for doing so. Like many on here, the more the read about, or from them, the more you appreciate the person, that person is you.
    And I a delighted to know you are in my Word Press family an hope I am in your’s.
    You come across as a true friend on the internet can be, and I thank you for your warmth and always being there with comments for me when I need them,

    Your are a special person.

    Shaun x


    • willowdot21
      Mar 30, 2013 @ 20:35:17

      Thank you Shaun, I am truly grateful to be within your internet family you are definitely in mine. As you say you can tell when someone is genuine and I know you are. I hope I am as honest a person you think I am I do try to be. As for my Mum she was lovely we had our ups and downs ..we we were only human. I miss her so. She was lost to us for about 5yrs after three strokes but the night she died I dreamed of her and we spoke for ages. I miss her .and I cry every time I read this poem.


      • prayingforoneday
        Mar 30, 2013 @ 23:26:43

        Happy tears I hope.
        And thanks for your kind words.
        I am as honest as I can be; Many follow me on facebook from here and see these things where I speak to my family. So being honest and caring is big on what I do, and 100% what you do. You care. And your blogs touch hearts and help others.

        Why we do this Word Press. My reasons for sure 🙂 x

      • willowdot21
        Mar 30, 2013 @ 23:32:17

        Yes reaching out to each other across the ether 🙂

      • prayingforoneday
        Mar 30, 2013 @ 23:38:17

        Yup. Good family and friends in real life and elsewhere is good to have..

        Cya over the the ether 🙂


      • willowdot21
        Mar 30, 2013 @ 23:59:04

        Yes I am off to bed now sleep well see you on the other side

      • prayingforoneday
        Mar 31, 2013 @ 02:34:57


  11. bearspawprint
    Jun 16, 2013 @ 21:37:30

    How lyrically you write. No talk when you need talk is hard. Grief is hard. No matter how old or young or even what kind of person she was, we always miss our Mother. Your own Children are blessed to have a Mother with such insight. Compassion for family, sadly, is rare. Thank you.


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