My mum died just a few weeks ago after a short illness. We remembered her at a service of thanksgiving last Friday and I read this poem there. Writing the poem was a joy and a challenge – reading it to all our gathered family and friends even more so. However, I am glad to have it as a way of remembering Mum and I’m publishing it here as a way of holding on to that memory.
Home was once
a tumbling tribe of you
stacked and packed
into that wee house
so many brothers and sisters
all folded into one family
And then
home became
the two of you together
forever fixing up your not-quite-dream home
for a knock-down price
every new neighbourhood
a new possibility
Soon
home looked like
us four, family
finding our future
in every unpacked box
and planting our roots
in rich hopeful soil
Eventually
home was found
coming back to you for hasty visits and holidays
kettle on before the door closed
biscuits and board games and brilliant stories
you both stacked and packed us back
into your own wee house
We know now
home is what you made
every day
with secret skill and kindness
we know too
you have finally found your own way
Home.
Beautiful.
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Oh Vicky this is beautiful. What a lovely way to honour your Mum.
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