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Mothers Day -GENTLE SHE WAS – Promote Yourself



  
 

Gentle she was, a young woman of means,

Beautiful in her Marcel Wave she was. 

A hair dresser with her own shop 

A teaser of hair and tresses. 

Then the quiet Irish man took her eye and her heart.

Not impressed were her parents 

With the young Irish trade unionist from the motor trade.

 Time eventually brought them round to accept the vows

 The young couple had made.

Grief she bore when her fist born 

Died at six months. Brave she was to have more.

 Three girls then two boys, and two more angels lost in-between. 

Then after all was finished, me, making six. 

Hard she worked to bring us up and support her quiet man 

Who was there for her too.

Kind she was, good and open hearted she was.

 The door always open to family and waifs and strays

 Big hearted she was to all who past through our door. 

Always there she was, with words of wisdom and comfort.

 Her beautiful heart shone through her eyes.

Patient she was  but there was temper there if needed, 

She was not strong or mean but if needed 

Her children and her man she would defend to the death!

Beautiful she was in features and in heart 

There was no task she would not finish if she had made a start. 

Cried for her daughters she did as her man gave them away 

And when her sons married too she had a proud day.

Together alone again by themselves again.

Happy she was full of the business of her quiet man. 

Yet she was always ready to talk and help and ease our pain. 

Clever she was but not school or college wise 

She was wise in life and love and truth and need.

Lonely she was when her man was taken,

Wept she did as she wanted to join him. 

Lost she was without the quiet man . 

Heart broken she became though 

She threw herself in to caring for grandchildren.

Gone she was before her body, her mind and soul went to him. 

Lost to us she was a smile here and there 

Maybe a flash of recognition.

Unknowing of all around her she was,

Sad eyed frighted lamb lonely lonely.

Tiny she was when she went, sadly lost to us long before.

Gone into her mind to find her quiet man. 

Tears we shed for her,we wept in grief and I in anger

 Because so long had she been gone and I had wanted to talk to her,  

But gone she really was.

Anemones her favourite flowers were

 They always remind me of her. 

I forgave her for leaving me 

And now accept she had to go 

As by the side of her quiet man was where she had to be.

Never to be forgotten.

willow Willers

About poetreecreations

I am an author writer publisher web administrator I run poetry workshops in the community. My published Manners childrens poetry book can be found at www.waterstones.com

One response »

  1. So beautifully penned down..I don’t know what to add…

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