Musings on Life, Love, and Linguine-Poetry & Writing
My aging hands hold this ancient soil crusted spade,
wood handle now faded, once painted bright yellow so you
could find it in the sea of resplendent greenery and dappled shade
You gripped it Mother, with the same graceful hands
that comforted me as a child and wiped away my tears,
as you painted monkey blood on my skinned knees
and took away the sting, always there to ease my fears
When I lose the spade in the garden as you once did
I often wonder, when my time on earth comes to an end
should I wear a golden daffodil dress so you can find me
in the vast sea of wandering souls who’ve moved on?
©2021 Linda Lee Lyberg
Author’s Note: My mother always called mercurochrome ‘monkey blood’ when I was small.
Linked to dVerse Poets Pub OLN # 244
what a treasure to have… and I’m sure that even if you lose it you will find it again… great thing to remember your mother by,
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Yes, thank you so much Bjorn.
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very touching. i’m sure she’ll know you regardless, but nevertheless, wear that dress.
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Thank you so much. I am happy you stopped by.
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One of the best things I’ve read all day. Nothing can compare to a mothers love ❤️
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Thank you so much for the kind words. And that’s very true.
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This is incredibly evocative, Linda! Words aren’t enough to express how moved I am by the emotions in your poem. *hugs*
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Thank you Sanaa.
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What a neat tribute to your mother ❤
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Thank you.
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Beautiful poem to honor the love between you and your mom ❤ ❤
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Thank you Jade.
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You are welcome, Linda.
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A beautiful tribute to your mother. ❤
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Thank you so much.
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You welcome. 🙂
P.S I started a Despondency series. Starting from Act 1 to 9. It’s very different from my other writings I’ll tell you that much. You will relate to them and trust me their short and to the point. If you have time on you.
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I’ll put that on my list for tomorrow!
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🙂
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A beautiful tribute.
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Thank you!
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Very nice. I like the remembrance of your mother in that spade and the thought of wearing a yellow dress so she can find you.
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Thank you Frank!
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If in doubt, wear the dress you can’t go wrong.
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Haha! Yes. Thank you.
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A beautiful tribute to your mother Linda, I’m sure she’ll recognise your spirit and welcome you with open arms 💜
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Thank you so much.
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A well-made garden tool is a treasure, Linda, especially one that’s been in the family a long time and handled by your mother. I love the thought of wearing a golden daffodil dress so that she can find you among the souls – it made me spill a few tears.
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Thank you Kim.
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Oooh, Linda, I loved this! Love poems on your Mom! Loved the “Monkey Blood” Bellissimo, My Dear, Bellissimo!
xoxoxo
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Thank you Chuck!
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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This touched me deeply from start to finish, but the ending brought tears to my eyes. What a beautiful and unique expression of love and appreciation for your mom.
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Thank you Mish. Your words mean so much.
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Wonderful poem Linda, with a captivating question that wraps it up. I felt love, and loss, and tenderness. Excellent write!
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Thank you Rob.
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What a lovely tribute to your mother. it’s the ordinary things that remind us most of the people we hold close. (K)
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Yes, so true. Yes yank you!
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