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Meeting My Unknown Mother

A cacophony of thoughts swirls in my confused mind.
Yesterday was quiet and peaceful, everything moving
on well-oiled rails.  Suddenly the train of memories 
accelerated and now things will never be as before.

A letter came from a well-known TV presenter.
We found your mother, my friend, he said.
Ruminations of lilac and black oscillated tempestuously 
Through the corridors of my marshy mind.  What was I to do?
Did I want to meet my unknown mother or not?

I had never met her and to do so now seemed I was
crossing a turbulent river, eddying all around.
My mother had to give me up when I was just a baby.
I don’t blame her. There was a war and she could not
give me the care I needed.  But she always regretted 
her decision and wanted me back.  She got her wish
three lonely decades after she lost sight of me.
A decision had to be made, shall I meet her or not?

I had never seen her face, nor her mien, nor heard her talk.
But blood is thick and deep in my heart I knew
I had to meet her.  An appointment was made, and there was no
turning back.  There she was and my heart leapt with joy.
It was not her looks or how she talked. It was just
the intuition.  She was my mum and I hugged her and found 
great appeasement, bliss, euphoria and above all peace.


Fiction, please.

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Jan Allison

Date: 5/12/2024 11:58:00 AM

what an emotional rollercoaster Victor, so glad its fictional:-) hugs Jan xx

Eve Roper

Date: 5/11/2024 12:43:00 PM

Well written poem, love the imagery and metaphors in your poem to describe the scene. Hugs

Unseeking Seeker

Date: 5/10/2024 9:56:00 AM

Deep write, surreal

Anne-Lise Andresen

Date: 5/9/2024 3:48:00 AM

- One's roots mean a lot no matter what ... a lovely poem, Victor :) - hugs

Valsa George

Date: 5/8/2024 11:42:00 PM

"There she was and my heart leapt with joy. It was not her looks or how she talked. It was just the intuition. She was my mum and I hugged her and found great appeasement, bliss, euphoria and above all peace." Though this is fiction, it sounds like a real story. What an emotion packed moment it must have been, meeting the mother after 30 long years. I read this from start to finish with rising curiosity. A well narrated story, so gripping. Stay happy, dear friend.

Evelyn Judy Buehler

Date: 5/8/2024 8:58:00 PM

Victor, it is a wonderful moment in which one meets their mother for the first time. Your poem captured the joy of the moment so well. I loved 'Ruminations of lilac and black oscillated tempestuously through the corridors of my marshy mind.' Beautifully crafted!

Silent One

Date: 5/8/2024 12:47:00 PM

Your fictional poem is a poignant testament to the enduring power of love and the healing potential of reconciliation. It speaks to the universal longing for belonging and the transformative impact of reconnecting with one's roots.

Andrea Dietrich

Date: 5/8/2024 12:43:00 PM

oh this is so wonderful. What joy to meet a long lost mother!!

Ink Empress

Date: 5/8/2024 9:42:00 AM

Dear victor, what a thoughtful and heartfelt write this is, iv seen and read about similar stories and its always so moving and touching just like your poem right here that flows with so many emotions. A very empathetic write it is, putting yourself in this individuals shoes one who is about to meet their unknown mother for the first time and the ending is soul touching! Well crafted and delivered! Powerful write! Pleasure always reading your work

Sotto Poet

Date: 5/8/2024 7:34:00 AM

You have beautifully captured the profound joy that may be experienced when a child's original mother is reunited with them, a situation that affects many children worldwide. Impressive and spot-on portrayal, Victor.

Hilda Greenhough

Date: 5/8/2024 7:12:00 AM

A great story. This is common today with DNA revelations. Sometimes the meetings work, sometimes not. I like the happiness at the conclusion.

Tom Cunningham

Date: 5/8/2024 6:19:00 AM

Quite an emotional write, meeting her would bring you closure but if you didn't, you'd have regrets. Enjoyable read Victor. Tom

Joseph May

Date: 5/8/2024 6:10:00 AM

Many people who find out they were adopted, or in some cases "foundlings", have an innate urge to meet their mother, You captured the emotions well

Vijay Pandit

Date: 5/8/2024 6:03:00 AM

So many children live in this world without their biological mothers--sometimes fate brings them together and the joy that ensues is beyond compare--as you have illustrated in this poem. A powerful depiction true to life, Victor.

Daniel Henry Rodgers

Date: 5/8/2024 4:40:00 AM

Dear Victor, What a poignant exploration of the complexities of family, identity, and the journey towards reconciliation. The turbulence of emotions depicted mirrors the tumultuous nature of life's unexpected twists and turns. I loved how your introspection on whether to meet your mother reflects the weight of the decision and the courage required to confront the past. Your words are filled with authenticity and deep emotional insight, leaving a lasting impression on my heart.- Blessings, Daniel

Sara Kendrick

Date: 5/8/2024 4:35:00 AM

Well, this one touches me, Victor, because my biological mother committed suicide when I was fifteen months old. My grandmother let me be adopted by my parents. It was done in such a way that I had some contact with my father's people, but not with my mother's people who lived a couple of hours drive away. It is good and it is bad in some ways. I know that if I had been allowed to live with my biological father it would have been horror on earth, so it was the best thing. Sara K

Hilo Poet

Date: 5/8/2024 3:38:00 AM

Victor, my Lady at Shallot precedes and lastly, will have her beauty rest. The brevity of the outcome beholden to the defining beatitudes found in the values of words, and in its measure thereof, gave its delightful and enlightening lift of righteous accord ascending over the burdensome words of doubt heavily labored that precedent had encumbered, my friend. Aloha, William.