We stood in the rain that day, belting down,
wind gusting, buffeting us close.
Two sisters, our bellies full,
and half full with child:
gortex coats stretching, but not closing,
hoods drawn down, peaks dripping.
Mum, inappropriately dressed, as usual,
in fluffy white jacket with sparkles,
wool hat, no waterproof, no wellies.
Pop, flat cap topped, three-fleeced-zipped-in,
wrapped for the mountains again.
We stood in the rain that day,
not just for the photograph,
but for the fun of it, the warmth of it,
the great big silly grin of it,
high on the ramparts in a force six gale.
Memories of a family day out, recalled from a photograph.
You are as a little dormouse
as you snuffle around my chest
searching for your
source of contentment.
Free leg twitching
in the breeze.
Inspired by : feeding baby again
of beautiful flowers
Pink ribbon tied.
Tended to by
love at its heart.
Inspired by: KB and Mother’s Day
Now you are here dear daughter
I remember my granny
your great granny even more.
her hamlet cottage
souls forged by
feathery grass fields
tree dangle caterpillars
Lipstick and powder puff
exotic treasures rummaged.
Clayderman ivories on tape.
Tomatoes and peppers
Saharan heat greenhouse.
Baked treats, still warm
in secret tin consumed.
Inspired by mothers day
In your quiet moments
I see my granny and my mother in your face.
Your mouth, a pout, a downturned lip
I am glad they are here,
Everyday a reminder
Of the love that guides me.
Inspired by: baby sleeping