This was my first attempt at writing poetry probably since high school. The prompt was ‘Mother’ – believe me I have endless material as both a daughter and a mother, but it was too much to work with, so it boiled down to this.
The stages of mother
Mom-nipresent nurturer, carer, protector, teacher
Hesitantly hovering friend, admirer, defender, funder
Rejected enemy, detractor, spoilsport, critic
Returning confidant, shoulder, adviser
Present pillar, strength, rock, helper
Role reverser, dependant, constant caller
Retreating, intransigent, intractable, implacable
Absent frail wanderer, hollow shell, wizened frame,
Gone.
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Author: Deryn
Born and bred in Manchester UK with a degree in French from the University of Exeter, I found myself in Johannesburg, South Africa in 1995 via Spain, France and Greece. And London.
I have worked in the hospitality industry in marketing, as a radio and tv producer, in PR and communications for South Africa's buy local advocacy campaign and since June 2022 have been running my own content creation and PR company, Use Lorem Ipsum.
I have always been a reader and writer of stories and am relieved finally to have achieved the publication of this blog. Now for that novel.
I am the mother of 2 sons, middle of 3 sisters, owner of a dog and the ex wife and ex girlfriend of a number of men who clearly didn't deserve me.
I am an eternal optimist for myself, my country and the planet, so don't let me down, world.
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Very moving, very true. Mothers come in different shapes and sizes. I am lucky that my mother is still an icon to us all.
Hey again Deryn, this is great in spite of the decidedly downbeat latter lines. Well done with this and regards, Seyi
I love this