I had already submitted my FWF poem for this week –
please read it on this thread >>>> https://awritersfountain.wordpress.com/2013/05/10/fwf/
(a few days late), I have managed to read a few Free Writes today and was inspired to write ‘Memories of My Own Story’ after reading Marilyn’s FWF pictorial poem
http://babyjill7.wordpress.com/2013/05/11/m-is-for-mom-free-write-friday-prompt/
A memory of soft skin,
My mum’s soft skin as she hugged me,
Squeezing me tight until I would
giggle that I could no longer breathe.
A memory of the little rhyme she
would recite when I played up
‘There was a Little Girl who had
A little curl right in the middle of her
forehead
When she was good, she was very, very good…
but when she was bad,
she was HORRID!’
I remember watching her hoover
How I copied the dance across the carpet
with a toy cleaner,
Helping her peg washing on the line.
A memory of her kissing me goodnight
With another rhyme
and just as she was close to letting go
I said ‘I wish I was 10!’
Mum was slightly horrified her baby of 5
wished her life away!
She enquired about my reason
I stated clearly I wanted to bake cakes.
A memory of her kind laugh and promises
of mother, daughter baking the next day.
A fonder memory than the weeks she tried to
teach me to iron.
As an adult there are only three conclusions
for ironing, weddings, funerals and job interviews.
Memories of lying in bed on long, summer evenings
listening to my friends,
still playing outside,
There were rules, bed-time, table rules, after school rules,
More rules than many of my friends,
Rules that did me no harm
and have equipped me with a childproof toolkit
if I am ever lucky enough to be a mother.
Memories of her clothes, jumpers I loved.
The stripy rainbow one and the black one
with plastic buttons of varied shapes and colours.
A handbag collection I used to play with.
A memory of smelling her hands
When she came home from work.
A musky scent of beer and
cigarette smoke,
The fragrance of my college years.
Memories rise and fall in my mind,
Too many to write about,
Too many to think about.
She shared an entire lifetime with me.
I am grateful to be here
To remind her of things she can’t recall.
Lots happened to her during our childhood.
I am glad we were there
A reason for her to hold it together.
She gave me everything she had
unconditionally,
All of her wisdom and more,
A love that lives in my heart forever.
I will always be grateful ,
I will always remember I am me
Because of her.
awritersfountain 