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Three years gone today

In remembrance of my dear mother.

Rachel GoslingAugust 19, 202629 views
Three years gone today

Three years gone today

My gentle, quiet mother

I’m thinking of you

 

Lavendar pillows

Painted velvet rose petals

Vibrant cornflowers

 

Your glasses perched low

Peering at sewing needle

Such masterpieces

 

Elegantly dressed

Disdained slack speech; never swore

An English lady

 

Tiny, frail mother

Fierce in your love and care

Loyal and stoic

 

I long for your cakes

Rice pudding with toffee crust

Apple pie heaven

 

I wish you were here

Quietly sewing, smiling

At peace with life’s path

 

Three years gone today

My beloved, missed mother

I remember you

 

 

 

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The Words That Got to Me

Elegantly dressed Disdained slack speech; never swore An English lady

Your mother sounds lovely, Rachel, loving and caring, and providing yummy things to eat and sewing masterpieces! Stoicism, from what I've read, is a characterization of the British, is it not? Your words of love and sadness ran seamlessly and beautifully through this poetic memory of your mother.

Tim Margetts

8/19/2026

The Words That Got to Me

"Your glasses perched low Peering at sewing needle Such masterpieces" My mother knits and sews. I can see your mother in just this simple description. "Tiny, frail mother Fierce in your love and care Loyal and stoic" Damn, Rachel, why does your mother remind me so much of my own?

Suggestions / Possible Tweaks

Peering at sewing needle is a bit grammatically clumsy; add an 's' and it is cleaner and also conveys the habitual nature of this scene. Lavendar → Lavender

I love your mother, Rachel, and I feel for your loss. Mine, fortunately, at 88 is still going strong and as fearsome as ever. With almost every stanza, I could feel the soul of this wonderful woman coming to life. It is so obvious she lives on through your love. A beautiful poem, well written and memorable.

The Words That Got to Me

I long for your cakes Rice pudding with toffee crust Apple pie heaven *I honestly believe that food is the strongest of memories when remembering the past. (And rice pudding with toffee crust?? OMG!! That made my mouth water. That sounds utterly scrumptious!!!)

This is such a sweet and genuine tribute to a mother who's remembered for all the best reasons. You gave us a beautiful picture of this woman and why you feel her absence so fiercely. I'm sending you nothing but love, Rachel. xoxox

Thank you. X