My mother died 8 years ago. Her birthday was yesterday, the traditional first day of spring.
Dear mum,
Are you here?
Are you the flowers on the table,
Or the purple umbrella I bought
Without realising it’s the same as the one you always used to carry?
Or are you the spring rain falling outside,
Or the gathering green rising out of the earth?
Or are you a thought or a memory?
A feeling in the heart?
A special sensation never lost, you’re always there, dear mum, ever present.
It’s lovely to have you around.
Dear Ben, I cried when I read your beautiful poem I feel exactly the same way about my mom and husband.
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Thank you for sharing this – it is beautiful and made me cry too.
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Hermosa, Ben.
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How beautiful Ben…we don’t die we wake up..I’m sure your mum is shining on you..how blessed we are to have loving people in our lives x
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Your poem is a beautiful tribute Ben. I lost my Mum last year and her birthday was also yesterday 21st March !!
I celebrated by sending some of her ashes up in giant helium balloons, shaped like cupcakes, from the beach near Marbella!
We only have one Mum and it’s clear that you loved yours as much as I loved mine.
Thanks again for sharing such lovely, heartfelt sentiments.
XXX
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A beautiful tribute.
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Thanks for all your lovely comments. Vikki, what a wonderful inventive way to celebrate your mother!
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Very moving, dear Ben! It’s beautiful and just how I feel. Thank you, as ever, wonderful brother!!
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Thank you lovely sister!
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