It’s the fourth week of the month! Are you ready for a theme prompt? Kat from last month’s challenge picked the theme:
“Pick a Flower” and using one of the syllabic forms we use, tell us why it is special to you.“
My mother was a gentle woman, loving and kind, her favourite flowers were Anemone, I have written a Nonet about her and her flowers because I miss her.
Always small yet colourful Never over assuming Elf like colour pools Mother loved these flowers Open bright and blooming Nothing pleased her as these Enchanting little Anemones.
Female, wife, full time mother and Grandmother. I am not as happy go lucky as I used to be but I am still bubbling along on simmer! I have three handsome sons all grown and flown.The youngest married with a beautiful wife and two sons of his own. Eleven years ago I was working, running a home, driving and socializing then bang in a split second all that was gone. I had an accident at home. I broke my back, not for the first time, I had broken it 10 years previously as well. Unfortunately this time I had broken it really badly and it was truly messed up so I had to have two operations. I was told before each operation that the outcome could mean I spend the rest of my life in a wheelchair. Still as some guy once wrote "I am still standing " yes "better than I ever was " not quite but with the help of a walking stick and as long as I do not stand or sit in one position for too long, I am still standing! Update I no longer use the walking stick . I had lots of friends before the accident but when things like this happen, you loose most of them. Their lives move on and mine stood still and so they left me behind ...I know that is just the way life is but it hurt and always will. Then I looked around and saw those who were still there for me, these friends are the roses in my garden they need to be tended well. They are the diamonds in the dust, I will of been married 50yrs plus this year . Pain and boredom are my enemies now, I have to find different ways to approach life, use my pain befriend it almost...yer right , well that is what they tell me at the pain clinic ROFLMAO ...... if only I could! I have found an outlet for my fears, frustrations and night terrors . I have started writing poetry if that name can be applied to my writing. I hope I do not come over as a moaning winger. I hope I am past all that. I also hope that you might see how the poetry is moving from very dark through the grey and
hopefully in to light ??
I need to update this a little here. I have worked very hard over the years since my accident, I go to the gym regularly, I have a Pilates class and a core class once a week . The guys at the gym and my Pilates teacher cajoled, teased, bullied and encouraged me to abandon my walking stick! :) My back is no longer straight it is C shaped because of the injury and I have lost two and a half inches in height but my Pilates and Core teachers have helped me to stand up as straight and as strongly as possible. Pain and depression are still hanging on my arm but I have weapons to use against them and if I say so myself I cope well.
I have made lots of new friends, real diamonds. I am also very grateful for all the support and help I have encountered here on Wordpress. Hugs and welcome to everyone who visits.
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Your mom’s loves rubbed off on you, Willow. What a lovely picture of her. She looked like a movie star! How wonderful to raise a daughter that shares her memories for others to learn from and enjoy. The flowers have such a wide array of colors. 🙂
Mum was lovely, well I would say that wouldn’t I. But she was and beautiful too. She used to have her own hairdressers salon. Here is a poem I wrote about her.
No wonder her hair looked so chic, Willow! I’m heading over to read your poem.
Mum was born in 1910 and that is a Marcel wave in her hair …the pre perm hair style.💜
So adorable. It reminds me of the roaring 20s so that is about right. She would have been 19 in 1929. My mom was born in 1926. I’ll see if I can find a picture or post of her. Here is a post about my grandmother and great grandmother with pictures, that you might enjoy. https://tchistorygal.net/2016/01/25/optimistic-about-life/ Mom would have been almost 26 at the time. Judging from the weather, I was about 8 or 9 months.
That’s right and thanks for the post.
It’s fun to share about our pasts! 🙂
You are Marsha it is 💜
🙂
Stunningly beautiful colored little flowers, those Anemones. Your mum was beautiful. I love her hair. Lovely and memorable poetry, Willow. ❤
My mum was born in 1910, she had her own hairdressers salon, in that picture she’d of been about twenty. Her hair was a Marcel Wave the pre runner of the perm. I was the youngest of nine, though only six of us survived. My loved her Anemones. 💜💜💜
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Beautiful mom!
She was wasn’t she, about 21yrs old 💜💜💜
Definitely
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So beautiful, Sis 💜
Thank you Sis 💜💜
It’s a perfect description of an anemone!
And my mum 💜💜
A beautiful photo and a beautiful poem.
Thank you my mum was beautiful I miss her so 💜💜
I know exactly how you feel. I am right there too.
It stays with us doesn’t it 💜💜
It does
Beautiful photo 👌🙏🌷
Thank you that’s my mum as a young woman 💜
Yaa, so lovely 👌💕regards to her 🙏🌷
Thank you I would love to but she passed away over 20yrs ago …still in my heart 💜💜
So sorry 🙏She is with you always 🌷🙏🌷
Yes she is , no need to be sorry 💜💜
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A beautiful tribute. I miss mine too ♥️
We never get over their going do we 💜💜
No we don’t 🤗♥️
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Beautiful words for your lovely mum. ❤
Thank you Marie 💜💜
Beautiful and touching.
Thank you 💜
My pleasure.
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Your mom’s loves rubbed off on you, Willow. What a lovely picture of her. She looked like a movie star! How wonderful to raise a daughter that shares her memories for others to learn from and enjoy. The flowers have such a wide array of colors. 🙂
Mum was lovely, well I would say that wouldn’t I. But she was and beautiful too. She used to have her own hairdressers salon. Here is a poem I wrote about her.
No wonder her hair looked so chic, Willow! I’m heading over to read your poem.
Mum was born in 1910 and that is a Marcel wave in her hair …the pre perm hair style.💜
So adorable. It reminds me of the roaring 20s so that is about right. She would have been 19 in 1929. My mom was born in 1926. I’ll see if I can find a picture or post of her. Here is a post about my grandmother and great grandmother with pictures, that you might enjoy. https://tchistorygal.net/2016/01/25/optimistic-about-life/ Mom would have been almost 26 at the time. Judging from the weather, I was about 8 or 9 months.
That’s right and thanks for the post.
It’s fun to share about our pasts! 🙂
You are Marsha it is 💜
🙂
Stunningly beautiful colored little flowers, those Anemones. Your mum was beautiful. I love her hair. Lovely and memorable poetry, Willow. ❤
My mum was born in 1910, she had her own hairdressers salon, in that picture she’d of been about twenty. Her hair was a Marcel Wave the pre runner of the perm. I was the youngest of nine, though only six of us survived. My loved her Anemones. 💜💜💜
What a lovely photo. Your mum was beautiful. ❤
She was inside and out 💜
Just like you, Willlow! ❤
Thank you Colleen that’s a lovely thing to say 💜
I have a feeling that it’s very true. ❤️❤️❤️
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