Scatter my Ashes
It’s almost exactly 22 years since my Mum died. She was only 65 years old, which is the age that I have reached now.
Today is St Valentine’s day, a day when love high on the agenda, so I thought that it is an appropriate day on which to reblog this post as an expression of my love for her.
This is a poem that I wrote last year and recited during the Poetry Open Mic Evening at the Swanwick Writers’ Summer School 2018. It is about the scattering of my Mum’s ashes.
I posted it on my blog, but it has had no hits. That is probably because it is hidden away under my Titbits tab. If you’d like to read more of my poetry or you are ready for a few COL (chuckle out loud) moments, you should take a few minutes to explore some of the short items in the Titbits section.
Please leave comments to let me know what you think.
Hint: You’ll “hear” it better if you read it out loud.
The Bonar Bridge Rockincorporating lines from Elisabeth Barrett Browning’s sonnet 43Scatter my ashes on my rock,
On my rock where I played.
With Grandpa at the back of our croft,
On…
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