Mum Poetry 1999

TRIBUTE TO MY MOTHER: Gladys Mavis Hardie 25/DEC/1919 - 27/FEB/1997

"FEBRUARY 27TH 1997" April 12 1997 (To my Mother) You, to God succumbed He took with Him you, from me away. Your loving arms around me I will never know again from my birth to womanhood, you shared with me my growth. Once faded memories, now renewed and fresh in my heart, a new pain will linger. You opened your eyes and smiled recognition, for only a moment, Your fragile arm around me You nodded as I spoke. In your drug dazed mind and body I prayed you understood. Tears glistened in your tired frightened eyes And I unwillingly acknowledged, that your passing - the time - had come this day. The cancer embedded deep inside you strongly held you in it’s clutches I helplessly watched you, as your breathing ebbed away Words of comfort, I could only whisper and ‘I love you’ passed my lips. The days go by, I sit and remember, all you meant to me And as I journey down this lonely road, with my memories inside of me, locked, from all who near, I realized, I am not alone, at all For you walk beside me spiritually. We will meet again, I’m sure, when God says it’s right. Again you will hold me And I will feel secure. TeAnne 12/4/97

MY MOTHER’S MIRROR.....Sunday, May 11, 1997 In my Mother’s mirror white plastic trim standing cold, compassionless magnifying reflections back Exposed, her creation blood, hair, features, flesh only surface see non -dispirit all other Enlarged eyes staring elongated, times five confused, thoughts assemble Beyond embedded deep All seeing, all profound Diary of year after year loss, love, life, loneliness, happiness, bitterness, pain, death Privy the secrets She carried solely Her musings, visions Buried in this world within My Mother’s Mirror. TeAnne Sun.May 11, 1997 "NOW AN ANGEL" April 7 1997 Oh Mother, why is it so hard for me, to write a poem of praise in your honour and your memory and of the day you passed away. It is all inside my heart, these things I need and want to say But bottled they are and them I can’t release. The words will not blend or flow Because I try to choose them well and tell it like it was I try to write them down but the key won’t open this lock Maybe I should try, again tomorrow. When the pain is less and the the good memories evolve For now, All I see is pain and sorrow. TeAnne 7/4/97