Remembering my mother

 

Heart Thumpers

 

A faux brass case of old photographs

None of them good

And yet she kept them

A shopping list

Scrawled and barely legible

But in her hand

A birthday card signed “with love”

A button waiting to be sewn on

A compact that was once beautiful

Her glove

Her handkerchief

Her fragrance

“Heart Thumpers”

It says on the little case

Of photographs

Me squinting into the summer sun

How old could I have been?

Our children at play

Her unsmiling passport photo

All found in the drawer beside her bed

Throw them away, my father said

But I kept them all

The little things that made up her life

Keepsakes in a crystal bowl

That once held her make up

I open it reverently once a year

To smell the fragrance

Of that unforgotten past

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

© Andrea Neidle, My Life in Poems

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3 Comments on “Remembering my mother”

  1. Irene says:

    Andrea, this poem bought back many memories for me. I kept my Mother’s purse with so many bits and pieces inside. A shopping list, her bus pass, an elastic band, paperclip, coffee loyalty card. All put in there by my Mum! I just cant throw any of it away.
    XX

  2. coloursandtextures says:

    Lovely thoughts and poignant reminders,


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