The breeze blows chill.
I sneeze, as mother taught me:
‘It’s cold. You’ll catch a cold!’
obedient still, against
both will and reason.
Well, I’m in my eighth decade.
Suddenly I let it go. All right, Mum,
old voice in my head, be there.
Linked to Quadrille #10: breeze at dVerse, and to Poets United's Midweek Motif: Parents, Guardians, Significant Adults in the Lives of Children
It's true about the voices... they can be stubborn guests!
ReplyDeleteWell, I’m in my eighth decade.
ReplyDeleteSuddenly I let it go.
After having seen life at its best what is a little cold to bother about. Yes, life is to be lived!
Hank
SMILeS noWs
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WiNter FaLLs..
no lonGer froZen
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Oh I do think that some day we will be free of that voice... (maybe)
ReplyDeleteLol, "be there". I love it!
ReplyDeleteI still hear my Grandma's voice inside my head, all the time. LOL.
DeleteI'm smiling. Funny how our mother's voice continues to play out even in our eight decade. (Did you have to put it that way!?) Finally got a quadrille up:
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I think that voice lives on inside of us. The only difference is we have more freedom in choosing to listen....or not. ;)
ReplyDeleteAwwww. I like this very much, Rosemary.
ReplyDeleteThis is so true. The home remedies and cosseting of those childhood years are stuck fast in our memories.
ReplyDeleteYes - 'be there' somehow changes this poem.. i wonder if we would miss the guides who reside in our minds..
ReplyDeleteI can recall my mom telling me the same thing...smiles ~ Good one Rosemary ~
ReplyDeleteYes, I imagine I'll still hear my parents' voices in my head once I'm in my 8th decade too.
ReplyDeleteOh yes, I sometimes hear those parental voices as well.
ReplyDeleteSuch a delightful read :D :D
ReplyDeleteI love that your mom's voice is still in your head. :o)
ReplyDeleteRegardless of whether these voices offer support or pose a threat..they help me deal with issues interestingly! Smiles.... :))))
ReplyDeleteEventually we have to welcome what we can't stop! But we on't have to obey. I love the merry way you captured this.
ReplyDeleteaw...how she still lives as voice without form...
ReplyDeleteThe true being of a mother, we forever pushback, but the are forever present. lol
ReplyDeleteI think that voice is prevalent in many of us. Wonderful poem.
ReplyDeleteAside..
ReplyDeleteI hope you are OK Rosemary with the floods up north.
Could not leave a comment on that site because you have to be a member. Liked your poem especially the reference to the full overflowing tank meaning full baths...don't know how I managed that for so many years:)
Are you in hopsital?I thought I just read a poem called emergency.Can't find it.Let us all know what is happening.Take care. Keep Dry. Keep Safe.
Many thanks, Rall, for your concerns. Actually the rain poem you refer to was Kit Kelen's, not mine, but he forgot to label it properly.
DeleteThere was a bit of flooding here, but not near me. I was cosy inside, didn't lose power, and now the rainstorms seem to have headed further south. I wrote some 'Wet weather haiku' about my situation, and added photos. Raedable at the Project, or at my Stones for the River blog: http://stonesforriver.blogspot.com.au/
The other poem is 'In Emergency'. It's here, and I have now added a note to explain that although it was autobiographical and recent, I turned out to have nothing seriously wrong. :-) (But I got thoroughly loved and pampered, which was very nice.)