It’s Mothers’ Day here in Aus, and so Gert went browsing for a good mother poem. Yes, I know Seamus Heaney has some, and Les Murray, but this wry little piece appealed:
I’d known her all my life,
nursed her for seven years
night and day
yet when last night I lay down to sleep
I heard myself say
as if to someone else
what a splendid lady
I wish I’d known her better
Michael Shepherd poemhunter.com
Image Old Book Illustrations:Queen Of Laputa
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I like the idea of my mother as the Queen of Laputa, and myself as a charming little boy with actual curls and a winsome costume of knee pants and a Turkish jacket. Thank you —
And what a dear generous hearted soul Michael Shepherd must have been.
Other Gert
If he nursed her all those many years, yes. But I’m never quite sue with poems.
No he really did and became very depressed after she died.. my source a blog called Goosefoot…lindaproud.blogspot
It can be quite traumatic when you lose your mother.
Happy Mother’s Day Gert One and Two.
Leslie
The same to you, Leslie, and to your daughters.
Swo8 shares my wishes to you both