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2 Honest Poems to my Parents

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Today I’m sharing 2 poems to my parents. They both passed away years ago now, and I wrote the poems to try to process the grief of losing them so suddenly. I’ve written a few poems over the years, over on my other blog. With it being National Poetry Day today, I thought I’d share some here.

I’m no poet. I write for me, not for others. It was years before anybody saw the one I wrote for my Dad. So read on to check out the poems to my parents. If you’re not in the mood for a trip down my own memory lane, feel free to skip reading these poems. They do celebrate the good times though, so it’s unlikely to cause a total tear – fest!

Poems to my parents:

My Dad died suddenly on Valentines day in 2007. He was 54 and my best friend. He’d left to go fishing that morning and I went to work. My Dad had a heart attach a couple of hours later, and passed away that evening. I was 23 at the time, and losing him so suddenly and unexpectedly hit me really hard. I wrote this poem when I was trying to process having no Dad to celebrate Father’s Day with…

My Dad

“Fishing was his life-time love
He’d sit there rain or shine.
And if he caught not one thing,
Well that was just plain fine!

Sometimes he went there by himself
And sometimes with his friend
Occasionally he took us kids
But there the fun would end!

He also loved his Football
Man United all the way
He loved it when they won a match
Champi-onees he would say.”

(You can read the rest here)

poems to my parents

I wrote this next poem a couple of days after losing my mum suddenly in 2016. She went into hospital with a suspected infection and stopped breathing while myself and my 4 year old son were sat talking to her in A&E. Of course, that left me completely shocked and struggling to process things, so writing helped massively.

My Mum

I remember sitting on the kitchen worktop, while you brushed my hair.
I remember you sitting me there to kiss my poorly knees better.
I remember the tantrums I threw because I didn’t want to go to school and leave you.
I remember walking to the butchers for our favourite treat – Black pudding.

I remember you putting coin after coin in the rides outside the supermarket.
I remember you watching Button Moon with me, every single day.
I remember you helping me make Elastics to play with my friends.
I remember us feeding the ducks in the park.

I remember you cuddling me when I threw up all over a train.
I remember you throwing huge halloween parties for all the local kids.
I remember us baking – pies, tarts and cakes.
I remember us holding hands whenever we walked.

(You can read the rest of that here.) 

So there you have it. Two poems to my parents. I have written so many poems over the years, it’s crazy. Most never get further than the notes section on my phone though. Have you ever wrote your own poems? I’d love to read them, so feel free to share in the comments.

More about Blogtober:

The idea behind Blogtober is: You write a blog post each day, based on that day’s prompt. You can view the full list of prompts in my Day 1 post, if you’d like to read them.

Finally, if you’ve enjoyed these poems to my parents, why not check out my other Blogtober blog posts here. You can also find blog posts from other bloggers via the Big Family Chaos linky, by clicking the badge below.

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Comments (6):

  1. Kim Carberry

    04/10/2018 at 10:19 am

    What beautiful poems. They hold real memories for you.
    Writing poems is a fantastic way to get your thoughts and feelings out. x

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  2. Sonia

    04/10/2018 at 12:52 pm

    These are just absolutely beautiful. Your Dad sounded amazing – what is blob? Very intrigued 🙂
    Your mums poem sound like something I would write for my mum – she did so many of those things with me. So sorry you lost your parents x

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    • Tina @ GirlsGospel

      04/10/2018 at 1:33 pm

      A blob is hot Yates’s Australian wine (grape based brandy, but much lower alcohol % than standard brandy). You warm it in a pan then drink it to soothe your throat and chest. It pulls all the mucus up when you’ve got a chesty cough or cold. He swore by it and I have to say it works for me too.

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  3. Tina @ GirlsGospel

    04/10/2018 at 1:34 pm

    A blob is hot Yates’s Australian wine (grape based brandy, but much lower alcohol % than standard brandy). You warm it in a pan then drink it to soothe your throat and chest. It pulls all the mucus up when you’ve got a chesty cough or cold. He swore by it and I have to say it works for me too.

    Reply
  4. ClearlyBex

    04/10/2018 at 5:56 pm

    Both are lovely poems to have to remember your mum and dad. Xx

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  5. Rachel Simons

    07/10/2018 at 1:52 pm

    Lovely poems, I am sorry you have lost both parents but a great way to remember them x

    Reply

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