Mum died on January 18th.
It seems a lot longer than that for a variety of reasons, and the box of precious items she put together for me before Dementia really took hold has been looked into once, possibly twice, since it was given to me at the funeral in February. I am comfortable to know it’s there in the cupboard and to feel the love within.
I’ve had it out today as I remembered seeing two poems at the bottom that I’d written for Mum so many years ago that she’d framed and had hanging in her room either side of her bed, one of which she’d read out at her ladies’ group for a Show and Tell one week.
Inside, I found some newspaper cuttings of poems I’d had published in the local paper that I’d seen before plus a poetry publication that lay tucked under the boxes of knick knacks.
I didn’t recognise it, and the book automatically fell open at a specific page.
I’ve mentioned before how my Dad made wine and entered The New Forest Show every year, coming away with a fistful of rosettes and certificates. He and my sister were often in competition against each other, but she never beat him. After he died, she gave up all interest in wine making.
This was published in 1995, copyright is with my Dad and now me/my family.
Prayer to Bacchus
Dear Bacchus, let me make a wine
Brilliantly clear and tastes divine,
Perfectly balanced in every way
To drink at any time of day.
A colour giving one delight,
Whether it be red or white,
A bouquet like a fragrant rose
To please the most discerning nose.
A wine that I can offer friends
When they visit at weekends,
Knowing they’ll enjoy the taste
And not a drop will go to waste.
To hear the gasps of sheer surprise
And see the pleasure in their eyes,
To rise to the ethereal plane,
Watching the glasses filled again.
As they sit and sup and savour
The bouquet and the flavour,
To enjoy the praise before
We fill our glasses up once more.
And in the slowly fading light,
When all my friends have said ‘Goodnight’,
And I am left here all alone,
With nothing more to be done,
I’ll drop down on my knees and say
Thank you Bacchus, you’ve made my day.