Quietly Away
She set sail into that ether sea
With nary a goodbye nary a wave
Seems she knew there had to be
More than this earthly green cave
Prayerful countenance compare
Non to be as she was dear
The smell of bread baking follows me,
Ever to every bakery where,
Non can acheive her fait accompli;
My mother now rests at peace.
© gillenacox 2023
#Elergy for my mother - Mrs Mary Mitchell; (30th May 1930 to 7th July 2021)
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A poignant poem, Gillena. That’s you, Björn and me with mother poems today – some of the best people to write about. I love the title and the idea of your mother setting sail ‘into that ether sea’, which is ‘more than this earthly green cave’, and the use the sense of smell in the baking bread, the strongest sense for me for unlocking memories.
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Oh, another mother.... mothers are always missed. Love the the tie back to the baking of bread... (that was not my mother's strong side)
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Hi, It's Kim, the Cheesesellers wife here. This is a lovely poem, well written. I do wish I had such lovely memories of my Mum. My poem is about another generation!
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Your dearest Mother ... may she rest in peace, Gillena.
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