Radio Show: One Hour Special

Hubby was doing his ten pound dash today which had been postponed due to recent events, so I sat in the car with Maggie and for a change listened to the radio.

The final hour of a weekly show was dedicated to Mums, and for the past week, listeners have been invited to send in their messages to Mum, that Special Lady who holds it all together, does what has to be done and when, but hardly gets any recognition. Many were saying they didn’t realise how much their Mums did until they became parents themselves.
There were some lovely tributes and some sad ones, stories about Mums caring for their partners for years and now fulfilling their own bucket list with the full family support and the knowledge that the departed Loved One would have been thrilled they were doing it.

This is the first Christmas without my Mum, and there were several listeners in the same boat as me.
Mum was generous, kind, loving, and always put everyone above herself. Everyone liked her, boyfriends called her Mum (some wished she was theirs) and she would always greet you with a smile and offer of a cup of tea, cake if she had it.
Mum was amazing, special, and a tough act to follow. I am exceedingly grateful that she was mine, and even though I may not have been as close as most daughters, we did have a special bond, one that was unique to us. I loved her dearly and would not have anyone hurt or upset her.
I wrote this several years ago for Mother’s Day and have added a couple of lines now:

A Mother is like an exquisite bloom,
Her loving smile brightens any room,
Her open arms let you know she’s there
To surround you with her tender care.
As years go by and we all age,
Memories are written on every page
Of the mental book of our life within,
Filled with love to the very brim.
And so on Special Days like this,
When we are not close enough to kiss
The cheek of the face we loved to touch
Of a Mum who means so very much,
Our hearts are full of memories,
Like mementos placed on Christmas trees,
A Mother’s Love surrounds us all year,
Even if they’re no longer here.

Merry Christmas and thank you to the millions of Mums out there.
You are loved and appreciated always.

About pensitivity101

I am a retired number cruncher with a vivid imagination and wacky sense of humour which extends to short stories and poetry. I love to cook and am a bit of a dog whisperer as I get on better with them than people sometimes! We have recently lost our beloved dog Maggie who adopted us as a 7 week old pup in March 2005. We decided to have a photo put on canvas as we had for her predecessor Barney, and now have three pictures of our fur babies on the wall as we found a snapshot of my GSD so had hers done too. From 2014 to 2017 'Home' was a 41 foot narrow boat where we made strong friendships both on and off the water. We were close to nature enjoying swan and duck families for neighbours, and it was a fascinating chapter in our lives. We now reside in a small bungalow on the Lincolnshire coast where we have forged new friendships and interests.
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8 Responses to Radio Show: One Hour Special

  1. Sadje says:

    Oh, this so lovely. Bless you.

  2. fransiweinstein says:

    Beautiful

  3. colonialist says:

    Mothers have an awesome responsibility. Astonishingly much of what they did and said during that growing-up period is going to be remembered vividly. The memories, as referred to in the poem.

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