Alison Cassidy

Rookie (6th August,1945 / Melbourne, Australia)

! ! Mother's Last Mothers Day - Poem by Alison Cassidy

And on that last Mothers Day,
when the birch leaves
fluttered pale gold,
and the magpies chortled
in the garden,
and the children gathered
round the big bed
clutching the presents
(all edible)
that they knew you’d share,

You looked into their eager faces
and their cards (hand made)
and said:
‘I’m so lucky.
So lucky to have
my lovely family all around me’.

And your eyes sank deep in their bank of pillows,
your back bent into a question mark,
your knees making a tent of the doona.

The books that lined your room,
you’d read again and again:
‘I’ve usually forgotten what happens,
but they’re always pleasantly familiar’.

The children opened the sugared almonds
(your favorites for as long as I can remember)
You handed them round the circle,
sucking yours gingerly:
‘Don’t want to break these teeth
now that Malcolm’s not round to fix them’.

Eight weeks later
pneumonia allowed you a graceful exit.
It was your eighty eighth birthday.

Comments about ! ! Mother's Last Mothers Day by Alison Cassidy

  • (2/2/2010 5:28:00 PM)

    Beautifully written sweetheart, brought a lump. Love, Jez (Report) Reply

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  • (6/16/2009 8:52:00 PM)

    Mother's Last Mothers Day - thank you for this poem. (Report) Reply

  • (5/30/2009 4:30:00 AM)

    How gentle and soft love makes this poem
    even though it ends in such a heartfelt loss.
    Thank you Alison for such a beautiful poem.
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  • (5/23/2009 10:17:00 PM)

    i see in most of your poems how people around you have touched your life......well penned (Report) Reply

  • Linda Ori (5/22/2009 1:08:00 AM)

    A beautiful treasure of a poem, filled with warmth and love. A wonderful tribute to your mother, who obviously was the center of her family's affections. There is a comfortable sadness to this poem, just as there is felt a comfortable sadness in that room, knowing that each moment is precious and cannot last forever. I'm sure your mother has read this and is proud of the daughter who wrote it for her.
    Linda xx
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  • (5/17/2009 12:05:00 AM)

    This poem is very personal and sensational, yet impersonal, yet emotional... (Report) Reply

  • Naseer Ahmed Nasir (5/16/2009 11:26:00 PM)

    This is the best poem I have read on this Mother's Day. Full of sweet imagery
    and memories. One can feel the reality of death converting into a wave of sadness
    passing through the heart with a gentle flow. A beautiful poem for a graceful exit
    of a graceful mother. Thanks alot Alison for sharing Mother's Last Mother's Day.

    Best Regards
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  • (5/16/2009 8:13:00 PM)

    The painful truth written in Golden letters (birch leaves) that denotes the uncertainty of the sojourn. (Report) Reply

  • (5/14/2009 11:54:00 AM)

    Once again, a lovely piece with
    imagery that many poets would yearn
    for. There so much in the poem
    that makes it real and feeling.
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  • (5/14/2009 12:59:00 AM)

    an emotional tribue on mothers day.nice write.posted 10
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  • (5/11/2009 12:25:00 AM)

    HEY allie lovely emotins welll the way sucking is prohibited....but wen we look at the word with s the most lovely and the most sweet and most tasty word ever....causwe mom 's no drink, not even energizer can match mom's milk....great 10+++.. (Report) Reply

  • Sandra Martyres (5/10/2009 7:12:00 AM)

    A poignant but beautiful write Alison...I am sure your Mom is up there celebrating this day with you...10+++ (Report) Reply

  • (5/10/2009 2:35:00 AM)

    such a poignant and melancholic poem..another magnificent write (Report) Reply

  • (5/10/2009 2:18:00 AM)

    such a poignant write
    and a painful exit
    whatever a lovely write
    and yes
    lots of love
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  • (5/10/2009 2:00:00 AM)

    Allie, a very poignant and wonderful last image of your mother you have written here. A wonderful tribute you have written for your mother and may she always rest in peace in the attentive knowledge of her children's love. Top marks and I hope you have a wonderful Mother's Day yourself.
    Hugs David
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  • (5/10/2009 1:46:00 AM)

    This Alison is simply stunningly beautiful in all of its sadness. Your imagery is superb 'and your eyes sank deep into their bank of pillows, back bent in a question mark and knees make a tent in the doona'. It is your observations that give your poetry such edge and it is wonderful she died peacefully. On today, which is Mother's Day in Australia, may yours be filled with love and joy and may your Mother be with you in her blessed spirit to see you enjoy your day! Karin Anderson (Report) Reply

  • (5/9/2009 1:16:00 PM)

    I loved this beautiful, tender tribute to your mother. You painted a picture in
    my imagination. I was surprised when I read that she was 88 when she died,
    but we are always children when we are with our mother. I was delighted to learn
    a new word, 'doona.' When I was growing up, my aunts made lovely doonas
    from woolen materials. We needed them to keep warm in the below zero temperatures at night in Wisconsin.
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  • Meggie Gultiano (5/9/2009 1:25:00 AM) are so blessed you were able to see and touched your mother on her last days.I regretted so much i was not around on her last days (i live 13 hours boat ride) .
    I can only remember her telling me she is tired already, and wanted to give up.
    I cried when i got to read have the best, loving and caring words for her, and how much you displayed your deep love for her.Bless you, Ali.
    I love this..
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Poem Submitted: Saturday, May 9, 2009

Poem Edited: Sunday, May 10, 2009

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