'There is a place for everything
and everything in its place'.
were the words Mum
often said to me
I was angry and frustrated
at the sound of these words
that she spoke often
most continuously
Why the fuss, why the bother
Cant its stay just where it is
Till I need it at some
later date.
Why the head shakes and
finger points, upsets
That ruin every
single day
I managed in my teenage years
and when I was an adult.
I could put my finger on anything
in any pile or heap.
It was no problem for me
to find that elusive 'thing'
With no fixed place
to keep.
But now that I am older
and wiser to boot
There are some habits I now
wish had taken deeper root.
I find my self now sorting out
my things with Mum in mind
I hear her golden saying
Spoken to me out Loud.
'There is a place for everything
and everything in its place'.
If she were here with me right now
She'd be so very proud
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I find my self now sorting out my things with Mum in mind I hear her golden saying Spoken to me out Loud. 'There is a place for everything and everything in its place'. If she were here with me right now She'd be so very proud... Beautiful poem about olden days with mother. Thanks for sharing the poem that contains so much concern and response to her in the after life. Full marks for it. Thanks for sharing the poem. Subhas