Wednesday, October 7, 2020

Maureen Lynam 1934-2020

Today Mam passed away peacefully. We were so lucky to be able to be with her over the past three days and nights. She has had a tough few years. Thankfully she decided to bail out before the next lockdown kicked in. Neither she nor we could have coped with not being able to visit, again.

It's still a shock when a parent dies. No matter what age you are, inside you're seven. But we know that you and Dad are waltzing your way around that great big ballroom in Heaven.

 I had two different mothers-two mothers I claim

Two different people yet with the same name,

Two separate women, diverse by design

But I loved them both because they were mine.

The first was the Mother who carried me here,

Gave birth and nurtured and launched my career.

She was the one whose features I bear

Complete with the facial expressions I bear.

She gave her love, which follows me yet

Along with the examples in life she set.

As I got older, she somehow younger grew

And we'd laugh as just Mothers and daughters do.

But then came the time that her mind clouded so,

And I sensed that the Mother I knew would soon go.

So quickly she changed and turned into the other,

A stranger who dressed in the clothes of my mother.

Oh, she looked the same at least at arm's length

But now she was the child and I was her strength.

We'd come full circle. we women three,

My mother  the first, the second and me.

by Joann Snow Duncanson

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