I returned home from the city
I'd forgotten the beauty here
With the perfume of the farm fields
That fragrant scent that called me there
And sweet bloom of the wild flowers
With sight of birds over the woods
And foxes sniffing round the roots
I followed the path to the farm
Word had it that all was not well
Dad insisted that I come back
Trusting I made this last journey
To find that Ma was ill in bed
T'was an act I'll not forget
Sadly she died holding my hand
I loved the beauty you rediscovered in the opening lines. The sad ending – yet thankfully not too late – makes it bittersweet.
ReplyDeleteThank you Rosemary. Being there as loved ones die hurts a lot but how thankful you are that you did.
DeleteA sad one, i wonder, is this why you chose not to rhtme?
ReplyDeleteHappy Sunday
much❤love
Very bittersweet piece, full of the warmth of nostalgia with the reminder that time will change things.
ReplyDeleteit's a sad ending, but at least you are glad you made it back.
ReplyDeletethe beauty in the opening lines did not prepare me for the ending, but it's a really lovely poem.
A wonderful revisit of the magic of your childhood surroundings, and a sweetly sad time to say goodbye to your mother. How wonderful that you could be with her as she passed.
ReplyDeleteI really like the vivid descriptions of the land and how it affects us. The ending is so very sad...
ReplyDeleteOh, this is incredibly sad and uplifting at the same time. I held my Mother as she passed, a memory / a feeling I will carry with me forever.
ReplyDeleteWhat a poingnant poem which started so beautifully and suddenly life takes a wrong turn
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