It was after the second ritual and before Jan’s exploration that I ran into our technician.He was half way up the corridor between the temple and the dining room. To be honest he was as surprised as I was that he had got so far… Mind you he is a very strong willed young man.
He asked if I had seen his mum , I hadn’t, could I help, yup a glass of water would be great.
So I got us both one, he sat down at a convenient chair and table and I asked where his wheelchair was, back in the temple! I told him to stay put and I would get it. He started protesting about me not being strong enough..
For once I was at an advantage and said I’d manage and scooted off before he could say more.
He was right the wheelchair was much too heavy for me but as luck would have it two of the companions where around. One being a gentleman carried it up the two short flights of stairs for me.
When I got back our tech was ready and refreshed and Briony and I pushed him down to the temple.
After that it just so happened that we shared our meals at the same table . Just talking to our tech taught me a great deal. His attitude to life, sense of humour. He was so open letting me see that though no a bed of roses life is good.
Talking about everyday things and his extraordinary travels and experiences just reinforced what a great guy he is. A huge credit to his Mum Sue. Even if he was not quite at home with the dance of the seven veils.
For this week’s Song Lyric Sunday Jim Adams at NewEpicAuthor said :The theme today is Mom/Mother/Flowers. Pick up some flowers, or candy, or even a card for your mother. Better yet, give her a call or go visit her and tell her how much you love her.
Why? Because it’s Mother’s Day in the US. So happy Mother’s Day to America. A day for Hallmark, florists, and chocolatiers to celebrate.
Personally I think it should be parents day everyday.
But enough let’s go with the prompt.
My mum has been dead a long time over 20years. I still miss her so much. I wrote this poem in her honour.
Gentle she was.
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 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.
Carly wrote the song for her mother Andrea Simon, written just after her passing in 1994.
The song speaks of her mother’s spirit always being there for her and the family. It just how I feel about my mum. She saw all my boys but none of my grandchildren …she died years before they were born. She watches over them as she does over the whole extended family.
Like A River
Dear mother the struggle is over now
And your house is up for sale
We divided your railway watches
Between the four of us
I fought over the pearls
With the other girls
But it was all a metaphor
For what was wrong with us
As the room is emptying out
Your face so young comes into view
And on the back porch is a well-worn step
And a pool of light you can walk into
I’ll wait no more for you like a daughter,
That part of our life together is over
But I will wait for you, forever
Like a river…
Can you clear up the mystery of the Sphinx?
Do you know any more about God?
Are you dancing with Benjamin Franklin
On the face of the moon?
Have you reconciled with Dad?
Does the rain still make you sad?
Last night I swear I could feel you
Moving through my room
And I thought you touched my feet
I so wanted it to be true
In my theater there is a stage
And a footlight you can step into…
I’ll wait no more for you like a daughter,
That part of our life together is over
But I will wait for you, forever
Like a river…
In the river I know I will find the key
And your voice will rise like the spray
In the moment of knowing
The tide will wash away my doubt
‘Cause you’re already home
Making it nice for when I come home
Like the way I find my bed turned down
Coming in from a late night out.
Please keep reminding me
Of what in my soul I know is true
Come in my boat, there’s a seat beside me
And two or three stars we can gaze into…
I’ll wait no more for you like a daughter,
That part of our life together is over
But I will wait for you forever
Like a river…
I’ll never leave, always just a dream away
A star that’s always watching
Never turn away
We’ll never leave, always just a thought away
A candle always burning
Never turn away
The moon will hide, the tree will bend
I’m right beside you
I’ll never turn away
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