366 Days of Writing · Original Posts · Poetry

Day 129: Mom

Who do you remember first?

I mean, the first person you remember ever.


Now, don’t you pretend that

you have to wrack your memory-

it’s not a dusty old house with a lifetime of rubbish inside.


The truth? The truth is

we forget most of the detritus,

the bits of an ordinary life

are ordinary- they don’t need their own boxes.


But the boxes we keep:

they shine.

We polish and preen them, bring them out to use with company,

or keep them tucked away

only for ourselves. Some things are personal

after all.



we all have one memory

utterly the same.

That first face.


Mom. Mammy.

Mama. Mother.

Maman. Mere.


It doesn’t matter what you call her-

it doesn’t matter where you are-

in your first memory,

she was there.


Happy Mother’s Day!


5 thoughts on “Day 129: Mom

      1. Loved it 🙂
        Hey I’m sorry to bother but you’re such an amazing writer and I’m a newbie here so I would love if you checked out my blog and drop in some advice? I’m sorry and it’s fine if you don’t 🙂
        Once again, I loved that mom post ugh ❤

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