Poem: April 2

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No longer will I bore you with my
mother’s life, and how I wish I could change
the way of her death. Thirteen years

is a long time, abridged by events that
just happen down this road. Though more
and more, this life seems impersonal, like

watching a new born lamb, sweet
to touch and then later to taste. How does
this lover turn carnivorous at a stroke?

And the lamb, like its mother, is a mere
vessel – when you’ve seen one, we all
know how we’ll react. So don’t get me wrong,

but Mum, you were a function, a role you
played so well, and no matter how
I embellish your memory at this time – well,

there you go, I have done it once again

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17 comments

  1. Journeyintopoetry · April 2, 2013

    A tribute to your mum, and also a reflection on this strange life we all live.

    My mum died 16 years ago but she becomes stronger within me as time goes by, a bit like some musicians or artists who finally become famous after death.

    A lovely poem which I would describe as very real.:)

    PS I could never taste a lamb:) Ive been vegetarian for many years.

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  2. journeyintopoetry · April 2, 2013

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  3. journeyintopoetry · April 2, 2013

    Ok, trying again.

    A tribute to tour mum and also a reflection on this strange life we all live,

    My mum died 16 years ago and she becomes closer to me as time goes by; a bit like an artist or a musician who finally becomes famous after death.

    A lovely poem which I would describe as being very real.

    PS I would neer be able to taste a lamb; been vegetarian for many years 🙂

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  4. dfb · April 2, 2013

    Thank you! Yes, I’m veggie too and glad to be so.

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  5. Journeyintopietry · April 2, 2013

    Yay! kindred spirits! 🙂

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  6. Soma Mukherjee · April 2, 2013

    A tribute painted on the grunge…
    The reference of lamb gave me shudders
    how swiftly things change their place in our world.

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  7. susanjanejones · April 2, 2013

    We only have one Mum and they’re special.

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  8. dfb · April 2, 2013

    Thanks so much Soma! Call me ‘soft’, but how can we go ‘aah!’ at a lamb one minute and eat one the next? My dad would call me soft!

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  9. Ina · April 2, 2013

    What a lovely tribute tou your mother!
    This won’t be the last time you do.

    I don’t know the taste of lamb, but they do feel nice 🙂

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  10. Pete Armetta · April 2, 2013

    Perfectly humanly flawed culmination. 🙂 Got a tear here dude hah

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  11. The Course of Our Seasons · April 2, 2013

    A poignant and honest poem – loved the lamb references too – beautifully written – K

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  12. lscotthoughts · April 2, 2013

    Lovely tribute to your Mom, David, and very real for me, as mine has only been “gone” for a year now…and I agree, as to the lamb! 🙂

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  13. j matthew waters · April 2, 2013

    lyrical and deep with a sense of ease – a joy to read a second and third time

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  14. Three Well Beings · April 3, 2013

    This is really quite brilliant Dave. Really got to me! The thoughts of our mothers (us) being just vessels…I had to read it a couple of times to really capture what that means, but I got it and it’s strong. Totally feel the same about the lamb!

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  15. dfb · April 3, 2013

    Thanks very much!

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  16. dfb · April 3, 2013

    Thank you so much Lauren!

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  17. hypercryptical · April 4, 2013

    I agree – brilliant words of tribute to your mum.

    Anna :o]

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