My Little Mum

Flipping through old photos of you
Your beaming face and jet black hair
I can imagine there was a time or a moment when you were truly happy

My little mum
always full of warm, solid hugs
those warm hands squeezing "I love you's" while I fell asleep
the sparkling eyes always ready with a mischievous comment
the solid borders I rebelled against
always knowing with you I was safe

My little mum
slowly fading, disappearing

underneath the dunes of your own creation

the sparkle going dull
stuck in cycles and circles of never remembering

My little mummy

I honor who you were
I love you
I miss you

I wish I could bring you a happier life
I wish I could bring you back to us

my little mum




Poetry by SecretWords The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2022-08-18 at 06:28

Tags Dementia  Hoarding  Mother 

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For all of us who have missed their own Little Mum, thank you.
2022-09-04


Editorial Team The PoetBay support member heart!
Your poem has been chosen to be featured on the home page of PoetBay. Thank you for posting on our poetry website!
2022-08-29


one trick pony The PoetBay support member heart!
So sweet, bittersweet, so simply and clearly expressed. It touched a chord, thank you.
2022-08-23


Griffonner The PoetBay support member heart!
What a lovely, expressive poem this is! I'm bound to say that this strikes me as a really heartfelt and emotional write by the artist creator. What lovely memories you must have inside your mind; what Love! I truly appreciate your sharing this poem, and you are to be rewarded for bringing something of your love into the mind of the reader - a softness in between the barrage of hate and destruction we are daily surrounded by . Thank you.
Allen
2022-08-19