Mum, I’m delving into my cherished memories,
Recalling you always comes so easily to mind.
Childhood seemed to be back in a calmer era,
Everyday life was unfussy and less was ample.
You gave of yourself without seeking rewards,
Your love was unconditional and embraced all.
Bright blue eyes which always glinted in smiles,
And a lovable personality of Irish country charm.
I loved the smell and taste of your baking days,
Chocolate puddings, your most revered expertise.
Life was homely and comfortable with your touch,
Circumstances were not always pleasant or very fair.
I never quite knew everything about who you were,
It was still that time of being seen and not heard.
Respect for elders passed through each generation,
I contemplate unanswered wonderment about you.
I recognise those songs you used to sing while busy,
You had a love for life and the gift of common sense.
Neither pretensions nor vagaries about material goods,
Strong faith was a most important possession for you.
There is an absence without you in my world of today,
But I always see you mum, reflected in my own face.
©Copyright Eileen T O’Neill 07/05/2015
Poets United Mid-Week Motif: ‘Honouring Our Elders.’..