Another Mother’s Day

With Mother’s Day almost over I’m feeling a surge of emotion. On such a bittersweet day I’m thankful for the beautiful children and husband I’m lucky to have.

Thankful for those now gone; My Mum, 29 years gone, but still loved and never far from my thoughts. For the Grandma who loved me as a mother loves a daughter when my Mum was gone. For the mother in law who, despite our differences, always tried to love me like a daughter.

Thankful for my Nan who keeps the memory of my Mum alive for me. And, I’m thankful for the two surrogate Nana’s in my children’s lives who provide that extra maternal love that is so sadly missing.

To say it in another way here’s a poem I wrote earlier.

Another Mother’s Day

Another Mother’s Day over.
Another year passed.
Another memory lost in the broken synapses of time.
Another card not bought but left in the shop.
Another flood of tears flowing.

Another Mother’s day, over.
Another year. Past.
Another memory, played out in a dream, lost in time.
Another card made at school with paper and glue.
Another flash of yesteryear, going.

Another Mother’s Day over.
Another year cherished.
Another memory made and recorded for all time.
Another card received complete with wonderful drawings.
Another rush of love flowing.