Jean Murray Poet Couplet

Embrace

Oh to have my mother in my arms again,
her perfume so familiar and she so sweet.

I am older now yet miss her heartbeat
as when I listened while in her womb.

I miss her so much I cry not knowing why,
only that the cord is broken.

While she lies below ground
I am adrift, with her I was found.

My DNA strands flail loose and lost,
looking to connect, where's my boss?

Always at my back, strong and tall,
giving me the strength to carry on.

Oh to have my mother in my arms again
and have her loving peace on me descend.

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Bj Legros Kelley May 3, 2022 at 9:18 PM Jean, this is beautiful, heartfelt and incredibly touching. You have honored your mother so well, thank you so very much for sharing this with us, as well as for entering this beautiful poem into the contest. My heart is deeply stirred as I remember the scent of my own mom, which was actually her Pond's cold cream, I hadn't thought of that in such a long time. Thank for sharing this poem, and for sparking a happy memory of my own mother for me. Congratulations on your well-deserved placement Jean Murray May 4, 2022 at 2:49 PM Thank you so much for the placement BJ. One of my mother’s was oil of Olay. You have just reminded me of my goodnight kiss on her cheek as she cleansed her face before bed.

Line Gauthier October 22, 2018 at 9:53 AM Such a moving tribute. Lovely, Jean. Congrats on your well deserved win. Jean Murray October 22, 2018 at 10:01 AM Thank you Line. She is dead ten years now and yet some fleeting reminder can still take me unawares.

David Smith July 8, 2016 at 6:11 AM My mother was my mentor. Together we just got on with it. She left her words behind. They comfort me still. remember your mothers words. They are forever. Good writing style. Not overcooked. Just write for the occasion. David from NZ Jean Murray July 8, 2016 at 11:26 AM Your comment was also "just write" David. I spent 8 months as a midwife in Hawera, North Island in 1984. Amazing people. A midwife I worked with sends me a hand painted Xmas card each year since then.

Viv Wigley July 7, 2016 at 2:33 PM To lose a father is to lose a rudder. To lose a mother is to lose an anchor. Personally, I still drift. On a foggy night, you can hear me. A lovely piece, Jean. Viv x Jean Murray July 7, 2016 at 4:52 PM ViV!!!! Where have you been??? That has to be one of the sweetest comments I ever read. Especially having just returned from Tarzen in the cinema.

Anne-Lise Andresen July 7, 2016 at 2:32 PM - Beautifully written Jean, deeply missed - I have my mother in my heart and thoughts every day and miss her a lot - hugs // Anne-Lise :) Jean Murray July 7, 2016 at 4:50 PM Thank you Anne-Lise.

Andrea Dietrich July 6, 2016 at 2:55 PM So very sweet and tender. and sad that she is lost to you, but it's only for now. Heaven and her arms await you. Jean Murray July 6, 2016 at 3:01 PM A fortune teller told me recently I have four spirits guiding me, two men and two women. For sure, she is one of them Andrea. Thank you for your kind comment.

Daver Austin July 6, 2016 at 12:39 PM A good mother is a treasure for a lifetime. daver Jean Murray July 6, 2016 at 2:15 PM Daver, thank you for stopping by with this lovely comment. It was only afterward I realised the title implies I was in her arms. Really, is there any difference in the circle of life?