THE SAME MOTHER.

[dadio]

They each shared
the same mother
shared the same loss of her

when the time came
gave the same
last wave

when she was
driven off
to crematorium

and then grave
but each had
their own mother

whom they shared
with no other
one with whom

they shared
a particular time
or place

sitting quietly
face to face
sharing a secret

or confessing
a deed done
or just

the mother to child meeting
with just the two
at some given time

at some particular place
some given year
to share a problem

or tears or anxieties
or deeper fears
and knowing

she would listen
as only mother’s can
or do

sharing the time and love
with each particular
person called you

whether daughter or son
she shared
her equal love and time

and yet each knew her
each thought
they knew her best

and carried away
their own best times
in her company

without the rest
their own moments shared
but deep down

they knew
she had her love for each
and each was equal

to the rest
for she never had
a favourite

nor considered
any one the best
so they all shared

the same mother
in the end
all grieved her going

each in their own way
hoping or believing
they would share her

once again
some better place
some future day.

[theirishsea]

Beautiful poem.

I don't visit this site often enough. I miss reading much of what you post here but thank goodness that I can return now and then and experience your poems. Rarely, if ever, do they disappoint. You have the gift for touching the heart. And the writing is so simple (and magnificent). You have the knack for communicating the complexities that we all share but either don't vividly see or can't express, but your poems are flowers of expression.

[dadio]

Thank you, theirishsea. Since my mother's death on the 19th September these words come to the fore and the mind's eye brings out those which were deeply hidden.