You give birth and overnight your life changes. Now there’s someone else who’s always going to come first with you. For the rest of your life. Even when your kids are grown up, barely a day goes by when you don’t think of them.
Here are some poems I’ve written about the parent/child relationship.
I wrote this first one after the birth of our daughter.
I watch my child asleep in bed
What dreams can she be dreaming
The little sleepy head
I want to build a wall around her cot
Shield her from the world
Instead I tuck the blankets tight
And kiss my sleeping child goodnight
When she got married in 2010, I wrote this:
I watch my child become a wife
What dreams will she be dreaming
For the rest of her sweet life
Their love will build a wall around their world
Around their lives
And as I take her hand in mine
I wish that I could rewind time.
- I wrote this next poem in 1995, about six months before my mother died.
Today, I held my mother
sobbing in my arms
Stroking her soft, fine hair
Her chin nuzzled on my chest
And I could smell
the unforgotten fragrance
of her skin
I held her close
as I have held my children
and felt the frailty of her age
How odd and imperceptibly
the tables turn
And those that you have leaned on
lean on you
Those that you had turned to
turn to you
Now she is the child
And I am the mother
The 6 March was 22 years to the day that my mother died. It often coincides with Mother’s Day in the UK.
I visited the grounds at Hoop Lane crematorium – as I do every year – where her ashes were scattered.
You might think that this is a depressing thing to do. But, at this time of the year, it is uplifting. There are thousands of crocuses as far as the eye can see.
For the first time ever, I had a go at writing a haiku. This is a three line Japanese poem. It must have five syllables in the first line, seven in the second and five in the third, final line.
Ashes scattered on the grass:
© Andrea Neidle. My Life in Poems