My mom’s brown hair,
the one thing in common
we have.
I see myself
as a version of her,
yet she drank and smoked
her demons away.
In two years, I’ll be the age
she was
when she died.
I try so hard to remember her face,
her smile, her voice.
Then I look in the mirror
and there she is.
* * *
Author’s note: This is the first thing that popped into my head when I saw the theme for Theme Thursday was “Brown.” My mom died when I was 14 in a one car accident, alcohol was involved.
24 comments:
two poems in two days...i am impressed. smiles.
glad you can see her there in the mirror...who you become is your greatest tribute...
happy tt!
People are fragile and fight many demons and one is addiction.
Sorry for your loss then...and now. Glad you look like her. :)
T
heartbreaking
beautiful
and you are hope
it is obvious from the pictures
seeing ourselves in our elders is bittersweet.
This was extremely powerful and emotional.
Thank you for sharing.
What beautifully sad poem. Thanks for sharing it, hope you find a little peace in the process.
-C
I think you mentioned this once before. Hopefully, I'm not confusing you with someone else. Nevertheless, I'm sorry about it. It's refreshing to know that you took your experience and used it to be a wonderful mom. I remember some of the ways my parents handled me that even as a parent myself I still don't agree with, and used those experiences to not do that with my kids when they were growing up.
touched me deeply - my father used to drink..my theme thursday is about a bit of memory of this times as well
Lots of passion and heart here, hard to write or talk about this stuff sometimes. Love the connection you made at the beginning as well.
Nicely done.
this gave me goosebumps.
thank you for commenting and visiting, i hope you come again often.
warm smiles,
Very moving post. It can be bitter sweet to remember the past.
I know what you mean about looking in the mirror..and bittersweet memories! lovely poem!
your kiddos are darling! :)
I'm so sorry. What a tragedy. Peace be with you.
Wow, I liked that a lot. Looking in the mirror and "There she is"!
Sometimes, when I'm speaking, I could swear my mother's voice is coming out of my own mouth. It's actually very eerie. And, it doesn't happen all the time.... just often enough to keep me humble. :)
Mirrors Cant hurt You But Eyes Can,If You Let Them.Thankfully,Love Is Bigger Than Both. X
Bless your heart. {{HUGS}}
This one quieted me. Poignant.
Wow, beautiful poem. You may look like your mom but you are giving a wonderful good life to that face.
Sad , bittersweet, we have choices in life, and we know not why some choose some paths , all we can do is the best we can to choose wisely for we have so little time here.
Nicely written for TT.
Joanny
http://thedowsersdaughter.blogspot.com/2010/08/early-to-rise.html
that made me cry! my mum smokes and drinks all the time. and I am so afraid that that's going to happen to her! Thank you for sharing!!!
I look a lot like my mother too, she also died too early but it was another person's alcohol involved. Very moving little piece when we understand the background. I'm so sorry that she passed when you were so young.
That was beautiful
My mom died in a one car accident when she wad 23. I was just two weeks before age 3. Thinking of you...
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