Lots of water under the bridge since........

Yes, there has been lots of water pass under the bridge since I last visited my Blog to post a poem, or even just  to say g'day. I won't bore you with 13 years of trivia, I will just mention the matters that caused me any concern, or matters  that were a benefit to my survival, especially the times that availed me a reason to smile....😀

A sad day was endured by family when we lost our dear mother Mary,  (91 years) in 2009, I had been caring for her for 4 years after she had fallen and crushed her vertebrae.  Mum improved satisfactorily, she had been a good patient until she developed a cough, a day or so later she coughed up some blood, I rushed her to hospital but an aneurysm was shortly after to take her life, we were led to believe Mother suffered no stress  or pain, which was a blessing to us all. Her send off was filled with lots of family love and reminiscing, and we saw her off with a dozen white pigeons soaring into the sky at the conclusion of the Service, lots of tears followed their flight far into the sky.
It was around this time I wrote the following poem and it was read as part of the service.

A MOTHERS LOVE

 

I’ve composed many a verse

Over many a year,

But I’ve never composed a verse

About a love we so revere,

A love that is there

When our needs require tending,

A love that is unassuming

And will be.....never ending,

A love which is as rich

As a field of dreams,

A love that remains loyal

With no in-betweens,

A love that will follow

As we travel our life line,

A love that persists.....

As does old father time,

Yes, we all know this love

A love like no other.....

No other love.....is the like,

Of the love of ones mother.

 

Darrell B. Parker

Weaver of words and emotions

During my next visit I will continue to offer you further insight into my non appearance and hence my resurrection to this Blog.

Goodnight now. Dazza.