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September 12, a day of remembrance and peace
Categories: blogging mums

I confess, I’ve been blubbing like a good’un and it’s no surprise really.
On a sunny September morning I had one of those awful calls.
Sunday before 7am.
The one where you leave the house in a frantic state of agitation because you know things are never going to be the same.

And perhaps this is a little taboo, but this is my blog so I don’t give a damn.

While the pain and shock of grief subside, life goes on, but there’s a gaping chasm.
I miss my Mum so hard it hurts and this is the day I remember her more than most.

Six children will wake in reverence today and be thankful she was here.
Eight grandchildren will be quieter today.
And while the world still turns, her legacy lives on in all of us.
The quirky, eccentric collection that we are, scattered all over, united by one thing.
Not just her memory, but by blood and pride.

So today, I’ll look at the photos.
I’ll read through the notes, the cards.
I’ll remember so many things.
Most of all I’ll wish she was here.
There are never enough good byes.

This poem is something she would have loved from her own little ‘Dorothy’.
Suffice to say, it’s not the usual, but completely fitting in the circumstances.
I’m glad I chose it. A light touch from a brash wit.

A Dream Lies Dead

A dream lies dead here.
May you softly go before this place, and turn away your eyes,

Nor seek to know the look of that which dies
Importuning Life for life.

Walk not in woe, but, for a little, let your step be slow.

And, of your mercy, be not sweetly wise
With words of hope and Spring and tenderer skies.

A dream lies dead;
and this all mourners know:

Whenever one drifted petal leaves the tree-
Though white of bloom as it had been before
And proudly waitful of fecundity-

One little loveliness can be no more;

And so must Beauty
bow her imperfect head

Because a dream has joined the wistful dead!

Dorothy Parker
(and me)

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4 Comments to “September 12, a day of remembrance and peace”

  1. Linda says:

    Thank you for writing about this so beautifully and moving me to tears. Just gone back to read it again and am crying again too. We have had the most terrible few months due to family illness but have our beloved relatives pulled through, my heart goes out to you. I have been spending a lot of time in the last year writing about bereavement for a project that will ultimately gather dust but one thing shone out from the “experts” I interviewed – go your own way, do your own thing when it comes to remembering and grieving and take comfort in the love you shared. Much love. xx
    .-= Linda´s last blog ..The Noughtie Girl’s Guide to Feminism – through a friend’s eyes =-.

  2. JennyMac says:

    Love the poem!

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