Today’s post brought me a small packet and a card from a friend with whom I used to work. She has seen my glass pieces and sent some earrings for me to use. I have already put three of them into designs and will show you when they are complete.
Card from June
The earrings are perfect for the way I use them Thank you so much, J.
It is 26 years since my Mum died on this day, 4th June in 1993. Last year at this time I showed you some lovely photos. This year, here is a poem I wrote some years ago when challenged to write a 26 line poem, each line starting with the next letter of the alphabet. It was one of those moments. This one is for you, Mum.
As I was walking along the
Beach
Clutching my shoes,
Dipping my toes in the water and
Expecting to meet a
Friend,
Grief
Hit.
I
Just had to
Kneel in the sand,
Linking
My fingers so tightly they became
Numb.
Odd, how the
Passion of grief
Quits only to
Return
So suddenly and unexpectedly.
Then it’s gone again and I’m left
Uplifted by the
Vision of the sea she loved,
Watching
X numbers of
Yachts
Zimming across the waves………..
Bhagyashree
September 27, 2019 at 6:18 pm
Such a splendid poem reflecting a serene sorrow. And a different writing style to add another flavour to it. Great post! I enjoyed reading it. 🌸
mybeautfulthings
September 27, 2019 at 8:55 pm
Thank you very much. 🙂
Heyjude
June 5, 2019 at 12:32 pm
Such a lovely poem. Sometimes poems write themselves.
mybeautfulthings
June 5, 2019 at 3:19 pm
This one felt as if it did! 🙂
Sandra
June 5, 2019 at 10:30 am
Beautiful poem. So poignant and yet uplifting.
utesmile
June 5, 2019 at 6:10 am
Lovely poem, Sally, grief does not go away but we learn to live with it. It would be my mum’s 93rd Birthday today (5.6.19). I am thinking of our loved mums. They are so missed! Hugs to you!
nrhatch
June 5, 2019 at 2:37 am
Beautiful poem. It reminds me of the sentiment expressed in this poem:
It’s so curious:
one can resist tears and ‘behave’ very well in the hardest hours of grief.
But then someone makes you a friendly sign behind a window,
or one notices that a flower that was in bud only yesterday has suddenly blossomed,
or a letter slips from a drawer . . .
and everything collapses.
~ Colette
Hil
June 4, 2019 at 9:08 pm
Oh Sally that is so beautiful.
anotherday2paradise
June 4, 2019 at 6:54 pm
Beautiful poem, Sally. Grief is always with us, tempered with wonderful memories.
mybeautfulthings
June 4, 2019 at 7:16 pm
Thank you. Yes, it is and sometimes so raw even after many years. 🙂
John Roberts
June 4, 2019 at 6:44 pm
Really loved the poem, Sally.
mybeautfulthings
June 4, 2019 at 6:54 pm
Thank you, John. Funny how the words just all happened in a very short time and I have never wanted to change one of them. 🙂
Kim Ridgeon
June 4, 2019 at 6:36 pm
Love the poem. Evocative images. A serene sorrow.
mybeautfulthings
June 4, 2019 at 6:53 pm
Thank you. That means so much coming from you. 🙂