Memories of my Mother ❤️

She gazed at me through curious eyes looking so lost & confused
As I struggled to understand how on earth she was bruised
Black & blue patches all down the left arm, I prayed it was an accident & she hadn’t suffered human harm

Yet since this stroke my Mother was so terribly thin, her boney legs & her skinny arms were a sin
The first stroke she had was a few years ago, but this latest one had almost finished her immediately you know
Gone was the good old days she talked about alot, one word monotone was all that I got
“Ay” “Oh” “Eeh” & “NO”
Mother shouted the latter when she put on a show

Usually on a Sunday when we were all sat in a ring, listening to a religious service & as everyone did sing
You see my Mother was never ‘Into God’ infact she never had a belief, well by the time the church service was over it was such a relief

I felt so embarrassed as if it was my fault that my dearest Mother had wanted it to halt
As soon as she heard the Reverend announce who he was
My fragile Mother reached out & grabbed the vase
Well it tipped off the table edge & landed on the floor
Water trickled down the table legs & ran under a door
Carnations in a mixture of colours were scattered everywhere as I tried to put them back to rights without attention stare

Haha that was my Mother she always did make me chuckle tho even in the carehome i could crease up & buckle
With her toothless smile looking as high as a kite, after she’d had her daily meds & they’d kicked in alright
Just one grin was enough to brighten up my day, as she stuck out her chin in her usual way

Oh dearest Mother why did you have to go
as i reminisce about the carehome & your religious “NO”
It’s been years since I last saw you when I visited the carehome
You shall always be in my heart as I write this little poem
I can imagine you today, I bet you are sitting with Dad & your parents with your sisters 
Oh how that thought makes me glad