Mothers days
Mothers' days
Challenge: to write a sad poem in basic sonnet form but using small, plain words to express the theme simply. The examples were about families, and this inspired me to write about motherhood, my own and my mother's.
My Mothering Sundays are now spent alone
My children too far to share Sunday roasts
My own mother, much missed since she's been gone.
I raise a glass in the saddest of toasts,
To the years of raising kids, hers and mine
Years of worry, in our houses, all alone
Of childhood so swift, so long at the time.
Looking back I see how both lives have run
More alike than I thought, on parallel grooves:
We wanted the best, feared always the worst,
We buried our fears in affectionate love
The role of a mother to smooth out life's hurts.
In my own self absorption, I took her for granted
Until from her life's work, she abruptly was parted.
© Copyright 2019. Chris Auger. All Rights Reserved
Challenge: to write a sad poem in basic sonnet form but using small, plain words to express the theme simply. The examples were about families, and this inspired me to write about motherhood, my own and my mother's.
My Mothering Sundays are now spent alone
My children too far to share Sunday roasts
My own mother, much missed since she's been gone.
I raise a glass in the saddest of toasts,
To the years of raising kids, hers and mine
Years of worry, in our houses, all alone
Of childhood so swift, so long at the time.
Looking back I see how both lives have run
More alike than I thought, on parallel grooves:
We wanted the best, feared always the worst,
We buried our fears in affectionate love
The role of a mother to smooth out life's hurts.
In my own self absorption, I took her for granted
Until from her life's work, she abruptly was parted.
© Copyright 2019. Chris Auger. All Rights Reserved
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