Thursday, 9 November 2023

The Locket.

 I used to write poems several years ago and this one was one of them.  The graphic was made by me, I was always making all kinds of graphics, but don't anymore.

Today would have been my Mother's 99th Birthday.


The Locket

The night was dark, I was drawn to the attic, 
And there I sat on the dusty old box
My mind wandering back in the past,
To the sweet lady that's in my locket.

Complexion of peaches and cream,
Eyes that always smiled,
Colour bluer than the day time sky,
Brighter than a star.

She walked each path of life with pride,
Head held high,
Always smiled,
I thought of the sweet lady that's in my locket
With the young one by her side.

Today I remember her, today is her day,
- I always remember her -
For she is my mother, and I am that child,
In the locket.

JMD.

50 comments:

  1. Nice poem to your mother. What eppices were those in which we wrote poems and were inspired by the great or small things that happened in our lives.

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  2. This is truly lovely - and more than matched by the graphic.

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  3. Nunca he escrito un poema, ni siquiera lo he intentado.Hay quién nace con esa habilidad y tu eres una de ella. Me ha gustado ese sentido poema, que aviva momentos felices de tu vida.
    Un abrazo.

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  4. A beautiful tribute to your mother. The graphic is nicely done!

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  5. Absolutely beautiful, both the poem and the locket.

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  6. You wrote a beautiful poem! The graphic looks very good too

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  7. That is beautiful and the last stanza really got me.

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  8. A really lovely way to remember your mother.

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  9. The post is a good remembrance for your Mom.

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  10. A beautiful tribute to your mother.
    Really beautiful, both the poem and the medallion.
    Greetings Irma

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  11. That is a beautiful poem and graphic. WE still miss our mums however old we are. My mum would have been 101 this month.

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    1. Thank you Diane, gosh how time flies when we realize how old our parents would be if they were alive today.

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  12. My mind has a really hard time with poems. I even took a poetry class in college where I had to interpret poems. What I remember about that class is that every poem she has is review had to do with sex. The graphic is very cool, I wish I had that talent.

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    1. Mine did when at school too. Sometimes it's hard to interpret poems. Leave much to the imagination.
      Thanks re graphic, I remember I would sit at the computer till late at night working on my graphics.

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  13. A beautiful poem Margaret and the graphic too. I know you miss your Mum, I miss mine too. I think we always will.

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    1. Yes we always will miss out dear mums. Thanks re poem and graphic.

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  14. Bello trabajo y bello recuerdo de tu madre, amiga

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  15. Lovely poem, very sweet and what a nice way to remember.
    Sandy's Space

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  16. You've got it.- the skill and sensibility to write such a moving tribute to your mother.

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  17. Meaningful and beautiful poem in honor of your mother.
    Wonderful graphic.

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  18. Es precioso Margaret. Las madres siempre están en nuestros recuerdos. Un abrazo.

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  19. This was so beautiful, both the poem and the locket.

    All the best Jan

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  20. It's so good to hide something deep in a drawer and find it after many years. Such poems are a record of the past years, a record of feelings, impressions, tastes, colors and mood.
    A beautiful anniversary, our memory is something very precious that we offer to our beloved parents.

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  21. Oh this is heatwarming poem dear friend!!!
    What a lovely tribute to your sweet mom!
    Thanks for making my day!

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