Of course
you were always there;
I still see those dark eyes
like warm pools of love,
such intimacy poisoning
nearby attention.
And whilst jealousy
and estrangement
have enmeshed silence
around us ever since —
family is everything,
it’s all we have to
fall back on,
to stand up to those
moving to destroy us.
So mother, I honour you,
archetype in my mind,
fulcrum of my heart:
And may siblings forgive
each other.
Copyright Francis Barker 2020
Sweet…forgiveness
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Nice tribute to all mothers.
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Amen!! This read like a family manifesto and a prayer for me.
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A poem for all mothers – and children – Francis. Beautifully done!
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Thank you!
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We need those family ties to remain unfrayed. (K)
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Forgiveness is so important. You write with an emotional edge on mothering.
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I read more of the relation between siblings than anything else here… that jealousy is almost always there.
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Correct, very astute
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