My mother hangs memories
on the wall of her garden
in the land where her grandparents toiled,
on a wall in the garden
are my mother’s memories
that not autumn, winter or summer can spoil.
There are tea pots and trinkets
and there are trophies and tack
and mirrors watching time brushing past,
and a blue bird, once my bird,
upon the side of my crib
proving somethings from childhood can last.
My mother has memories
now rooted in her garden
next to bushes and berries in bloom,
there are things that can tickle
and there are things that can touch
and things that were broken or just had no room.
My mother’s hanging hope
on the walls in her garden
to cradle the heart in when it’s cold,
in the heart there’s a garden
where we cradle the grace
that my mother plants just like it were gold.
Words and Photographs by Damien B. Donnelly, the Grace and Garden by Mona Donnelly
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Miss Book Thief
I love this. ❤
deuxiemepeau
Thank you! My mum gets all the credit for this!!
Jane Dougherty
What a lovely idea. She’s a very special lady.
deuxiemepeau
She really is! Xx
Jane Dougherty
Anyone who would give her baby a blue bird to hang in his crib has my vote 🙂
deuxiemepeau
I guess the blue bird brought the poetry!
Jane Dougherty
Something did. Maybe you were born beneath a rowan tree.
Dorinda Duclos
How wonderful an idea! Lovely words to describe her memories, and yours 😊
deuxiemepeau
Thank you Dorinda! The garden makes us all smile as does my mum
Chuck
I have always wished I understood and could write poetry. In saying this, your writing about you Mother was simple yet elegant. Thank you for sharing.
deuxiemepeau
Thank you Chuck. Thank you for reading. My mum deserves this little tribute. Best wishes
Letëflasimsishoqe
That’s so sweet!
deuxiemepeau
thanks my dear. Greetings xx
Stefanie Neumann
Aww, a true fairy garden!
You beautifully conveyed the feeling of this place in photographic and word-images.
Love the pictures of a garden in every heart and of your mother having her special way of planting grace.
Much love,
Steffi
deuxiemepeau
She has grace in her fingers I think