I Am An Orphan Now (Age 46)

I'm An Orphan Now ( Age 46 )


I used to rise from my bed,
I’d hit mum with a slipper on her head.

 

Just to make sure she wasn’t dead

Such was the fear I had as a child.

 

I used to dream she’d been replaced, by an alien from outer space.
That she wore a mask, which she would take off, if I was brave enough to ask.

 

Such was the fear I had as a child.

 

I dreamt she was inside a box,
she couldn’t get out it was locked.

 

I sobbed so loudly she would awake. I'd feel her gently stroking my brow and she would whisper softly, “Hush hush now.”

 

She was the one to whom I could cry, and she would know the reason why.

 

When she died I howled like a wolf who was alone.
Calling all his family home.

 

“Mum. I'm an orphan now.”

 

                                                     

Extract from 'Shhhh!!!! We Don't Talk About That' Taylor Crowshaw © 2018

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Becky Who

Mon 13th Aug 2018 23:15

Thank you Taylor. This speaks to me vividly, as so many of us I guess.

I'm still working up the courage to share poems written about my mum's death. Not least because I know she wouldn't have approved.

Bx

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Andrew Aston

Mon 13th Aug 2018 16:35

Fantastic Taylor. I hope the writing of this gave you some comfort as I'm sure the reading of it has done to many.

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Hugh

Sun 12th Aug 2018 22:29

Your poem has definitely brought all our mums back to life.Well done.

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M.C. Newberry

Sun 12th Aug 2018 16:24

This resonates strongly with many, I'm sure, including yours
truly. I wrote the following after we lost our mother from
the family:

It's a while now since she passed away,
And time has hurried on,
But still I hear her softly say
"You'll miss me when I'm gone".

With each and every passing day
I sadly think upon
Those quiet words I heard her say:
"You'll miss me when I'm gone".

Big Sal

Sun 12th Aug 2018 14:54

Page 17. . .

Beautiful words Taylor. .Makes me want to laugh, cry, and hug my own mama. You are blessed with emotion and a rhythm so unique that it'd be folly to compare to anyone else. I love your work.?

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jennifer Malden

Sun 12th Aug 2018 11:09

Really great poem! We forget as adults that our Mums were/are so important to us, but especially as children. I missed mine immensely even when old myself, when she died.
Jennifer

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