Monday, April 19, 2021

My Precious Mother

In the Pub ~~ All About 'Bother'



she murmured it more times


than I can possibly count


‘I don’t want to be a bother’


my reply always the same


‘mama, you could never be a bother’


and for five precious years


she wasn’t .. amidst confusion, tears


anxiety, fear .. never a bother




25 comments:

  1. A mother can never be a bother... what a great connection

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  2. This is incredibly moving, Helen. *teary-eyed*💝

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  3. My mother was the same, Helen, and your quadrille reminded me of her. Tears here too.

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  4. A heartfelt poem, Helen <3 Your mom was a very pretty lady.

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  5. Such sweet sentiments in you poem Helen. Your mother must have been a caring wonderful soul!

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  6. Wow, Helen. This is truly powerful.

    Thank you.

    -David

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  7. I wish mine was still around to bother me some. I could use that, right about now.

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  8. I say that so often to my son and wife. Mommas who always took care of everyone find it difficult when the roles are reversed. Such a loving poem, Helen!

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  9. This is so sweet and I love that reply - no they are not a bother at all!

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  10. This is very moving. Our mothers can never be a bother. She sounds very sweet.

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  11. mama, you could never be a bother’

    Mothers meant good but they feel they might cause us inconveniences. They are gems in whatever situations. Sadly the impatient might respond negatively and it hurts! Great thoughts Helen!

    Hank

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  12. The love just shines through, hers and yours. So lovely.

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  13. Dearest Helen,
    You honored your dear Mama in such a meaningful and unselfish loving way...!
    Even this short poem is brimming with LOVE.
    May more Mothers find a caring daughter like you were.
    Hugs,
    Mariette

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  14. Those five years are most precious to you, I know. "Not a bother"
    Mrs. Jim had about that also, we moved her to Texas from Louisiana on a ruse of going for a ride. But when she said se was ready to go home, Mr. Jim told her that she had a new home, that all her furniture was here. My BIL's and I moved her stuff while they were riding an visiting.
    ..

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  15. Such love summed up in your 44 words and five years. Never a bother I am sure, and she left you with a full heart. X

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  16. What a wonderful thing to say, and I feel the same about my parents and also my children. There's something about love that can never be a bother.

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  17. I felt this - 13 years ago and now, reading this.

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  18. What a sweet and loving poem about your mother Helen. I'm sure she was never a bother 🥰

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  19. My mom and I are now living through the very same thing... she says the same thing.. "I don't want to be a bother". So forgetful she doesn't realize that could never be. Thanks for sharing.

    Pat

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  20. Oh, how beautifully, brutally sad.

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  21. Oof, that ending! Beautifully written, but so sad.

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  22. This is so beautiful Helen! It brings a tear to my eyes.

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  23. Wow, this was such a moving piece, I'm lost for words. Thank you

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I appreciate each of you and the comments you leave ~~ thanks so much.