Memory Of A Mother #DVersePoets

There’s a sense of her, an echo,

in the curve of your mouth

when you  say certain things

or see your father turn,

his face so open and like your own

but not enough of him in it

to hide the sense of her, the echo

ringing from your tongue.

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18 Comments

  1. For years while shaving, I would get glimpses of my grandfather in the mirror. Having only recently found my biological father, after looking at old photos, I see my Dad in all reflections.

  2. Your wonderful poem made my heart skip a beat and made me cry, Carol. I see my mum and my nan every time I look in the mirror. I have my mum’s laugh, too, which can be quite spooky.

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