What would mum have done?
Today I wonder what mum would have done
If she was beside me
But she’s long, long gone.
I hear this voice inside my head
That keeps reminding me:
“Dear, she lives in you.
In each bit of your body, mind, soul and more,
Your mum is beside you, inside you and roars.
She roars like a lioness
When you’re in despair.
Fear nothing, my darling,
You know what is best
For you’re living in her own, personal nest.
The walls and the objects are full of her soul
As mums leave behind them
Like a district patrol,
a trail, a path, a road to take home.
What else do you want since you still have it all?
Your siblings are full of her ways, just like you.
they might know things you thought you also knew
But it’s not, as the mothers like the whole lot
To love one another as if she was right there.
You have many bits of your mother in you.
Just sit on that chair where she used to sit too
And you’ll see how the vision of what she’d have done
Will come in a flash to your quieted mind”
I miss mum
I miss my mum,
I want a hug
I’m sad and lonely
And would be lovely
To feel her arms
hold tight around me.
Then comes the inner voice, once more:
“You have your siblings who share your loss,
They also have the need for hugs,
Go find them, check on them,
See what they’re doing.
Sometimes we must stop by her doing,
She gave you brothers, she gave you sisters,
So why don’t you look into that, dear mister?”
I wish mum was here
I wish, I wish,
Just like a fish
In its limited bowl,
The same control
Of ups and downs
Or rights and lefts,
That I could see, hear,
Smell and touch my
Long gone mother
I can’t approach.
I have her looks,
I hear them say,
So in the mirror
I tend to portray
Whatever memory
Left I have.
But as time passes by
They fade away
And in the mirror
Where she’s to be
I just see me,
Her daughter Fay.
Or it could be her son Larry
Boy or girl,
mothers love them all,
There’s no distinction
For it’s an addiction
A mother and baby
Will find their reward
That they’ll keep forever
Even being apart.
So, go there my baby,
Move on, my child,
You’ll feel her own feelings,
You’ll think her own thoughts,
Just find the trigger
In the places she sought,
The surroundings will tell you,
They will switch on her thoughts
That will come to you quickly
As if they were your own
For in you, my dear baby,
Lives your mother forever,
This is not wishful thinking,
This is epigenetics.
You inherit her looks
and her most inner feelings,
That will flourish on top
When you find that ambiance
That makes her genes happy.
They will speak to you clear
They will tell you
“My dear, I have never really left,
I live in you today, yesterday
And every single day.
Remember that way to the school
We so many times drove by?
Go there and you’ll feel
From tip of head to heel
That I’m still by your side
I have never been gone
I'm right next to your room,
In the dorm or the broom
That so many chats heard
It’s not even the brush
But the act that brings it all back.
I’m in you, in your soul.
Just breathe deep and relax
And your wish will come true”.
