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Memories Of Mother

by  Tray

Posted: Sunday, November 27, 2005
Word Count: 89
Summary: Hi all, this is for my folder. I like the idea of having longer sentences in this poem as it is a more wistful piece. I am also reading C.K.Williams anthology Flesh and Blood which is great and has influenced me in my formatting. But I would appreciate any comments on how I could improve this piece. And what about the title? Is it too cliched? Many thanks for any help. Tray x




Snapshots of Urban Life.

6. Memories of Mother.

I gaze at mother’s pinnied back as she half leans on the glazed Belfast sink,
tea towel flung over her shoulder like a sleepy child.
Pans scoured, Archers turned up, absently she wipes her forehead, trails soap suds,
draws checked curtains across the darkening street.
She turns and smiles, asks how I am, then asks again and again and again,
I pretend not to notice, “I’m well,” “life’s great,”
but at night I lie awake and remember. All my Mother forgets.