Ruth Walters


Images - Poem by Ruth Walters

I have an image in my head,
It's of my mother
in an old pinny,
her hard, broad hands
that were soft and plump on the palm,
with cigarette yellow
at the fingertips.

I have this image in my head
It's of her with a washing board,
sighing, tired
and me, small and tubby,
taking mini steps
towards the wringer,
'can I do it mummy, can I do it'

I have this image in my head
of her face, all lit up,
her excitement
at her first ‘twin tub'
and my heart aches for her.
I see her poor, over worked body,
her anguished face and I cry for her.

I have this image in my head
and it never fades.
I wish she'd had a better life,
taken more care of herself.
She had this matter of fact attitude,
resololute, never to give in
and at the end, when all was done
there was nothing left but pain.


Poet's Notes about The Poem

True story

Comments about Images by Ruth Walters

  • (9/16/2012 9:16:00 AM)


    The love here is pain, admiration and regret. These anecdotes are priceless memories, treasures kindly shared. Thank you. (Report) Reply

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  • Martin O'Neill (6/18/2012 1:41:00 PM)


    This is so bittersweet and caring. I can feel the empathy and pain of looking on as someone you love endures hardship you are powerless to alleviate.
    Marvellous writing.
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Poem Submitted: Saturday, May 26, 2012

Poem Edited: Sunday, September 16, 2012


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