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“Know yourself!” my mother always said
And I try to go where she led
I listen with care
To all I hear there
To the voices that scream in my head

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Day 25 of National Poetry Month  –  Being Close
Words and Image by Cicely Robin Laing © 2017

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Mother’s​ vase is broken
Pieces shattered on the floor
A mosaic so confusing, a cosmos expanding​
Her sharp edged words like stars exploding
Push me, pull me, drag me towards the door

Mother’s​ vase is broken
Hurled in anger against the wall
Her ashes like sand scattered on the beach
Dust mites in the air, a slap against my cheek
Struck from a hand hard, stern, tall

Mother’s vase is broken
I kneel, shards cutting deep into my knees
My blood, her blood, red as the skin of an apple
Mix with tears and years lost in a funeral chapel
Filled with volcanic hymns hiding cries and pleas

Mother’s vase is broken
I cannot clean up these pieces of her life
I cannot say “I’m sorry”, there’s no return from dead
She left, my heart cleaved, like a risen loaf of bread
Sliced through with her favorite kitchen knife

Mother’s vase is broken
Do not dare to ask me why
The earth is born of cracking rocks and flame
Ice and fire, eons of guilt and blame, my shame
Keeps me here, unable to say “Goodbye”

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Day 15 of National Poetry Month

Words and Image by Cicely Robin Laing © 2017

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Mother
You never
expected much from me
and
on that promise
I delivered

Not
because
I couldn’t do more
but rather
because
you
showed me
how
to
do
ever so
much
l e s s
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I do not blame you
for what
you
did
or
for what you
did
not
do

For
in spite of
or because
of
you

I found
myself
.
a
person worth
being
.
a
person
worth
.
disproving
you

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So

Thank You
M o t h e r
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I am deeply in your debt
for everything
I
now
choose
not
to be
and all
that
I
already
was

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Day 10 of National Poetry Month 2017

Words and image by Cicely Robin Laing © 2017

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My daughter turns 18 today…
I can hardly believe that much time has passed…
And then I remember all the days…
Good and difficult, fun and frustrating…
People congratulate me and I can’t understand why…
They say I raised a great daughter…
But I feel I was only along for the ride…
She’s beautiful, smart and so complete…
And yet, she is still young, new and vulnerable…
And still needing me…
As she wades out deeper into the world…
I hope that she knows I will always be here…
Her shelter in any storm…
Though with or without me…
She will travel on…
She is my explorer, my music, my funny girl…
And I am her truth teller, her confidant, her mom…
But even more… I am her life long friend…
And she is mine…
Forever…

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Image and words by Cicely Robin Laing © 2014

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Do they feel my efforts when I’m not there…?

I’m on my way back home… and I am thinking about my family. Wondering if they miss me at all…

Wondering…. if I nagged enough before I left… What if I didn’t nag enough and they run out of mom reminders before I get home?

Awwwwww…. well, no sense in worrying about something I can’t do anything about… or can I?
Where’s my phone…. “Hello?”

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Bite of motherly mist….

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Released from pain…

Mother is calling me home…

Death welcomes new life…

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No fear comes within…

Her embrace holds sweet promise…

Reborn in her love…

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Within the never ending loop of life and death… there can be beautiful peace…

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“Silk Waves and Words” … for July 25th…

 

Image and words by Cicely Robin Laing©2014

 

 

 

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In my eyes I see…

Reflections of her reborn…

A new embrace found…

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I am my mother’s child…

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“Silk Waves and Words” … for July 7th…

Image and words by Cicely Robin Laing©2014

 

 

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