A life given in love. Mum Gentle She Was.

My mum has been dead a long time over 20years. I still miss her so much. I wrote this poem in her honour. I tend to bring it out most years.

Polesden  Lacey
Ā© willowdot21.Mum

Gentle she was.

Gentle she was, a young woman of means, beautiful in her Marcel Wave she was.

A hair dresser with her own salon, 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, came 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 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.

Happy Mother’s Day.

Good morning everyone it’s Mother’s Day in the UK. I would like to wish everyone a lovely day, if your have a mother, Mother in law, or are a mother of any disciption be happy today…and remember you are making a lot of retailers very happy! 😊

Photo by George Dolgikh @ Giftpundits.com on Pexels.com

I also want to wish those who not mothers by choice or not a happy day to . So a happy day to all women .

Seriously have a good day. I am a mum, a mother in law and grandma plus an honourary mum not forgetting I am a mum to a fur baby too. My family spoiled me yesterday in honour of today.

Sadly my mum and mother in law are no longer with me infact I lost my mum over twenty years ago. 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.

Polesden  Lacey
Ā© willowdot21. My Mum .

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.

Ā© willowdot21

My Mother in law was an amazing woman, she never let anything get in the way of what she wanted to do. She lived to one hundred, she beat cancer twice in her eighties and nineties! She died of Covid in 2020 a wonderful example to us all.

Ā© willowdot21

God bless mothers and non mother’s everywhere.

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Happy Mother’s Day.

Well it’s Mother’s Day here in the UK. The second year we have not been able to celebrate it as we normally would. So whether you have a mum or she is no longer with you ,whether you have children or not Happy Mother’s Day if you are celebrating.šŸ’œ

I have picked three songs for mums and children. First up is Like a River by Carly Simon.

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 nowAnd 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
ā€˜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.

My good friend Geoff Lepard wrote a wonderful book about his mum, Apprentice to my Mother I reviewed it here.

Here is an Acrostic Poem

MOTHER LOVE.

Mother love is selfless and deeper than the 

Ocean, boundless and undemanding  always 

There when you need it. No judgement or side taken

However far or expensive to pocket or heart.

Everlasting  and without question.

Ready always to love unquestionably.

Loyal and true always at the end of a phone

Open minded never judging or

Vengeful unless called to be on your behalf

Everlasting it’s there, Mother Love.

Happy Mother’s Day.

Today is Mother’s Day in the UK so I would like to wish all mums anywhere in the world a very happy mother’s day.

I was spoilt my eldest son drove an hour and a half journey to meet hubby, hubby’s 98yr old mother to buy me dinner and bring me some chocolates. In fact the traffic was so bad it took him over two hours but he made it, he even bought his Nan chocolates too.

My youngest son met me Friday with his youngest son for coffee and he bought me a bouquet of flowers.

My middle son is popping in after he finishes work tonight.

So this year I have been really spoilt. I appreciate that because some years things have not been so smooth.

Sometimes I think we can expect too much of these “Days” Mother’s, Father’s, and Grandparent’s . They are all man made after all. So that the card makers, confectioners, florists and restaurants can make money.

We need to celebrate eachother every day, love, forgive and kind at all times.

My mum and Dad are both dead and I miss them so. I often feel the need to talk to them.

So where ever you are, love your friends, family especially Mum and Dad they will not be there forever.

Happy Mother’s Day.

Good Morning, afternoon or even goodnight , where ever you are and whoever you are if you are celebrating Mother’s Day I send you my love and sisterhood! It is Mother’s Day here in the UK . So I am sending a message out to everyone, love your mother’s every day and mothers love your children.

The photo below is my mum who I truly miss.

Mother Love Acrostic Poem

Mother love is selfless and deeper than an

Ocean, boundless and undemanding always

There when you need it. No judgement or side taken

However far or expensive to pocket or heart. Love is

Everlasting, open handed and without question.

Ready always to be sweep in and scoop you up .

Loyal and true always at the end of a phone

Open minded to your problems never judging or

Vengeful unless called to be on your behalf

Even though you may not deserve it, it’s there Mother Love.

Song Lyrics Sunday: Flowers and Seeds.

This week the fantastic Helen  Vahdati of This Thing called Life One Word At a time. Said as it Mother’s Day in the United States we need to produce a song or songs with flowers in the words or title! I love this idea. 

Rules and Pingback here

Right here we go guess who , yes Imogen Heap , with a great little song that was used for an off beat American Drama Six feet under I love the song and the TV series. 

Lyrics by Imogen Heap.

I’m a lonely petunia in an onion patch repeat! 

And also by Imogen Propeller Seeds, well almost flowers.

“Propeller Seeds”

Propeller seeds
Corridor scene
Talk on, walk out.
It took me a minute, my mind was on other things
Oh, you got me at ā€œParisā€
I must be coming down with something to be thinking this

What’s happening here?
I’m growing roots through my toes
And leaves from my fingertips

Unfold
Where does this story go?
Queue, food
Drink up
Continue

We float in tandem, past name tags and shaking hands
Immune to the hubbub of others
We’re deep in discussion, the party’s on mute.
(Oh woah, oh woah)
Our bubble’s got it covered
(Ooh…)
You want me, well you’ve got me
It doesn’t have to be today
I can’t believe I said that out loud

What’s happening here?
I’m growing roots through my toes
And leaves from my fingertips

I’m falling
What does this story know?
Wedding rings, children
Are all the good ones taken?
Rickshaw, disco
Goodnight kiss
Oh, cold shower

Call me for sweet… dreams of him
Where does this story go?
(Whoa whoa)
What does this story know?
(Whoa whoa)
What does this story hold… for us?

Lyric from A to Z Lyrics


And to finish the most haunting song  by Sting, Desert Rose. The Haunting voice of  Algerian raĆÆ singer Cheb Mami, fabulous song.

https://youtu.be/C3lWwBslWqg

Lyrics Desert Rose

“Desert Rose”

[Cheb Mami Introduction (Algerian Arabic):]
Hadaee mada tawila
Wa ana nahos ana wahala ghzalti
Wa ana nahos ana wahala ghzalti
Wa ana nahos ana wahala ghzalti
[English:]
Oh night oh night
It has been a long time
And I am looking for myself and my loved one
And I am looking for myself and my loved one
And I am looking for myself and my loved one

I dream of rain
I dream of gardens in the desert sand
I wake in vain
I dream of love as time runs through my hand

I dream of fire
Those dreams are tied to a horse that will never tire
And in the flames
Her shadows play in the shape of a man’s desire

This desert rose
Each of her veils, a secret promise
This desert flower
No sweet perfume ever tortured me more than this

And as she turns
This way she moves in the logic of all my dreams
This fire burns
I realize that nothing’s as it seems

I dream of rain
I dream of gardens in the desert sand
I wake in vain
I dream of love as time runs through my hand

I dream of rain
I lift my gaze to empty skies above
I close my eyes
This rare perfume is the sweet intoxication of her love

[Cheb Mami (Algerian Arabic):]
Aman aman aman
Omry feek antia
Ma ghair antia
Ma ghair antia
[English:]
Aman aman aman
My life is for you
And no one other than you
And no one other than you

I dream of rain
I dream of gardens in the desert sand
I wake in vain
I dream of love as time runs through my hand

Sweet desert rose
Each of her veils, a secret promise
This desert flower
No sweet perfume ever tortured me more than this

Sweet desert rose
This memory of Eden haunts us all
This desert flower
This rare perfume, is the sweet intoxication of the fall

[Cheb Mami (Algerian Arabic):]
Ya lili ah ya leel
[English:]
Oh night oh night

Lyrics from A To Z

Happy Mother’s​day to all Mums celebrating Mother’s day today.


Mothering Sunday

Mother Love 

 

Mother Love

Mother love is selfless and deeper than the 

Oean, boundless and undemanding  

There when you need her. No judgement

However far or expensive to pocket or heart. Love is  

Everlasting, open handed  and without question.

Ready always to be sweep in and  scoop you up and love you.

 

Loyal and true always at the end of a phone

Open minded to your problems never judging or

Vengeful unless called to be on your behalf

Even though you may not deserve it , it’s there Mother Love.

 

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This   song  reminds  me of  when my  mother  died  I miss her  so much I am crying  as I write!

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My Beautiful Mum šŸ’—šŸ’œā¤ļø

Happy Mother’s Day to everyone even if you have no children you have or had a Mum šŸ’—

Ā Musicalmarch šŸŽµ, Day 26,Mother’s Day, Imogen Heap.

Our Blog Sis Ritu at  But  I smile anyway has come up with another challenge for us this month Musicalmarch.

Ritu  said  : “Nothing too serious or tedious.Just a chance to share some songs! If you fancy posting a song for any reason this March, tag it #musicalmarch

Link to Ritu’s post

Today is Day 26 of #musicalmarch and as it is Mothering Sunday I am going to choose my most favourite singer songwriter of all Imogen Heap

 … Have I mentioned her before? ☺ Well maybe once or twice! 

Well Immie wrote the most beautiful song about mother hood, new motherhood intact, shortly after the birth of her first child.Florence Scout Rosie Heap Lebor. 

Here is the song and below are the words because I think they are important. 

Oh my tiny human
At 05:08 you break me apart again
The space-time continuum buckles and bends
Around your every twist and turn
I can barely remember life before you

Came crashing in on that day
Crazy beautiful you
Blind me like the dawn
After ashes fell on Pompeii
Crazy beautiful you

A miracle, a mystery
I’m one short stop away from joy to misery
When the night becomes day
I give you my every last ounce
You make a pincushion out of me
And you can thank me later babe
You can thank me later, if I’m alive

How long can one live without sleep?
Still, I can’t stand to imagine
Life without you

Came crashing in on that day
Crazy beautiful you
Blind me like the dawn after ashes fell on Pompeii
Crazy bright beautiful you

Suddenly propelled so many light years from bliss
Completely unprepared
How can anyone deserve this?
I’ve tried, I’ve tried all the tricks in the book
I’m at my wit’s end now
Look here, what do you want from me?

I can barely remember life before you

Came crashing in on that day
Crazy beautiful you
From the ashes of Pompeii
To fireworks and champagne
Crazy beautiful you

You little devil you
Oh I love you so much
It’s the hardest thing I’ve ever done
But you’re so worth it
Yes, you are
You little devil you.

If We Were Having Coffee: Elections, V.E Day 70th Anniversary, Planets and Mother’s Day

If Ā we Ā were having Ā Coffee Ā :Ā Ā time Ā again to ask how Ā are Ā you all are Ā  and Ā what Ā have Ā you been up Ā to this Ā week!Ā  ComeĀ in it is lovely Ā to see you all here again. The fires are lit and Ā the cushions are plumped up and Ā we have Ā the coffee and tea on Ā the go Ā and the cakes and sweets are all set out. Ā We Ā have Ā tea Ā and coffee Ā from all over Ā the world not to mention all our cakes Ā and muffins Ā and Ā as Paul Ā calls Ā them sweets! Every single Ā one Ā is Ā calorie Ā free! Plus of course Ā we now have spirits Ā and liquors Ā to warm the coldest of Ā you.

If we were having Ā Coffee:Ā I would ask Ā you what Ā has been going on in your world this week, has Ā anything Ā deeply affected Ā you, have Ā you need a sympathetic ear, a shoulder to cry Ā on or Ā just Ā needed someone Ā to make Ā you laugh! If Ā yes Ā feel free to talk it out Ā here Ā with us. We will all help if Ā we can.

If we were having Coffee: I would Ā remind Ā you Ā that Ā there Ā are lots of Ā other Ā coffee mornings Ā all shared Ā and organized Ā By Ā Diana Ā and Ā Gene’O Ā over at,Part time monster Ā 

Well Ā now Ā what Ā has Ā been Ā happening Ā in Ā your Ā part Ā of Ā the Ā world? We Ā have Ā finally had Ā our Ā General Ā Election Ā and in Ā some places Ā local Ā council Ā elections Ā as Ā well.

It Ā really Ā seems Ā that Ā the Election Ā Campaign has Ā been Ā going on Ā forever Ā but Ā finally Ā this Ā Thursday Ā just Ā gone, 7th of Ā May Ā it Ā arrived! Hubby Ā and I Ā were Ā up Ā early Ā and Ā though Ā we went Ā to Ā vote Ā at Ā different Ā times Ā we cast our Ā votes Ā early.

If Ā we Ā were having Ā Coffee: Ā I would Ā tell Ā you Ā that Ā  I was Ā amazed Ā to Ā see a universe of Ā planets Ā at Ā the polling Ā station! It was an interplanetary Ā experience!

Interplanetary voters

Interplanetary voters

I came Ā face Ā to Ā face Ā with Ā six Ā young Ā voters! It Ā was Ā their Ā last Ā day Ā at school and their Ā first Legal Ā Vote and Ā lucky Ā them Ā it Ā fell on Ā a General Ā Election!! Why Ā were Ā they Ā dressed as planets… well I Ā have Ā no idea Ā but I Ā do know Ā that in Ā recent Ā years Ā those Ā leaving Ā school Ā locally Ā  have a fancy Ā dress Ā day Ā and a Ā leavers Ā ball! So I Ā guess Ā these Ā bright Ā young Ā things Ā decided Ā to Ā go galactic!

Would Ā you like Ā another Ā coffee Ā or Ā a piece Ā of Ā cake? There Ā are plenty Ā to choose Ā from, and Ā they Ā are Ā all calorie Ā free.

 

If Ā we Ā were having Ā Coffee :Ā I would Ā tell Ā you Ā thatĀ Friday 8th May Ā was Ā the 70th Anniversary Ā of Ā VE Day read Ā more here.

The Ā three Ā days Ā of Ā celebrations Ā started Ā at Ā the Ā Cenotaph at 3pm, on Ā the Ā 8th May. Ā the chimes of Big Ben and ceremonial guns at Wellington Barracks and the Tower of London marked a national two-minute silence. Guns were also sounded from saluting posts in Edinburgh, Cardiff and Belfast. Members of the public lined the streets and schools, organisations and companies across the UK participated.

Following the silence, the Last Post was played by a Royal Marine bugler and wreaths were laid by those attending. The service included a reading of extracts from Winston Churchill’s speech by Mr Randolph Churchill, Great-Grandson of Winston Churchill, hymns and a blessing and concluded with the playing of the National Anthem.

 

Over Ā 200 beacons Ā were Ā lit Ā all over Ā England Ā on Friday Ā 8th May Ā as Ā part Ā of Ā these Ā same Ā celebrations, more Ā details Ā here.

 

If Ā we Ā were having Coffee: I would Ā tell Ā you Ā that Ā in Ā this Ā week Ā of Ā General Elections, planet Ā sightings Ā and 70th Ā VE commemorations Ā  that Ā the Ā hubby Ā and I Ā have been Ā busy too.

Now Ā I Ā know Ā that Ā the US Ā is Ā celebrating Ā Mothers Day Ā this Ā weekend I Ā want Ā to Ā wish Ā all mothers Ā a Ā wonderful Ā day Ā  and Ā to Ā all children I Ā encourage Ā you Ā to do do Ā something Ā special Ā for Ā your Mums Ā they Ā love Ā you so!

Here Ā is Ā the poem I Ā wrote Ā for Ā my Ā mum Ā some years ago

Gentle she was

Mum

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 wasĀ  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 wasĀ 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.

Mum’s favourite flowers

Never to be forgotten.

If Ā we Ā were Ā having Ā coffee Ā :Ā I Ā would Ā ask if youĀ  could Ā do Ā with a Ā refill and Ā a cake. I Ā must Ā close Ā now Ā so Ā lets Ā go Ā and join Ā Paul Ā he is over Ā at Ā Mark’s place Ā this Ā week and Ā all his Ā guests they Ā are all enjoying Ā themselves Ā by Ā the fire!

And of course Ā the

IF WE WERE HAVING COFFEE: Ā WEEKEND COFFEEĀ SHARE

over at Part Time Ā Monster Ā and Gene’O’s

 

Mother Love Acrostic

Good morning or Ā good evening or Ā even goodnight , whereever Ā you are and Ā whoever Ā you are if Ā you are Ā celebrating Ā Mother’s Day Ā I send Ā you my love Ā and sisterhood! It is not Mother’s Day Ā here in the UK Ā but Ā that is not Ā a reason for me not Ā to shout out Ā my Ā solidarity to all mothers and wish them all well!! Ā  ā¤ ā¤ ā¤ Ā  So here is a poem I wrote Ā for our Mother’s Ā Day earlier Ā this year! Ā  ā¤ ā¤

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Mother love is selfless and deeper than theĀ 

Ocean, boundless and undemanding Ā alwaysĀ 

There when you need it. No judgement or side taken

However far orĀ expensive to pocket or heart. Love isĀ Ā 

Everlasting, open handed Ā and without question.

Ready always to be sweep in and Ā scoop you up and love you.

Loyal and true always at the end of a phone

Open minded to your problems never judging or

VengefulĀ unless called to be on your behalf

Even though you may not deserve it , it’s there Mother Love.

 

 

 

 

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