You are never far from my mind,
How can you not be
When the face that looks back at me
Is you.
My eyes are your eyes,
The crinkles at the corners,
The flecks, and that sparkle
When they catch the light.
My skin tone is yours,
A few freckles or blemishes,
But smooth and soft to touch.
I even have moles on my neck
In the same places as you,
And a small indent in my cheek,
Just like yours.
My hands are twisted and knotted,
As yours were, yet you knitted
And later did tapestries for hours.
Your hair was white and short
Whereas mine is long and peppered,
But your face is my face,
And when I smile,
I see you smiling back at me.
Never far from my mind,
Always in my heart.
I miss you.
Photo: Mum and Me, February 2017.
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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!
In November 2020, we lost our beloved 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. We now have three pictures of our fur babies on the wall as we found a snapshot of Kizzy, my GSD when Hubby and I first met so had hers done too.
On February 24th 2022 we were blessed to find Maya, a 13 week old GSD pup who has made her own place in our hearts. You can follow our training methods, photos and her growth in my blog posts.
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.
pensitivity101 
Beautiful, Di x
Thanks Steve.
That is a wonderful photo and such a loving tribute to your mom. I don’t think we ever stop missing our moms ❤️
Thanks Fransi. It was a great day.
What lovely and wise words. I suspect we can always see our mother’s in our faces even if we do not resemble them much. A little is always there. Thanks 🤗🙋♀️🐝
I am definitely my Mum’s daughter.
There are photos in this post of me, Mum and her Mum. Definitely a likeness
https://pensitivity101.wordpress.com/2021/01/18/three-years-on/
😊 beautiful. Well, after my mum had passed away someone came to our village and spoke to while passing by on the street. She knew my mum and called me by her name which happened to me often so I didn’t react. But then she asked:” how are your children” (I was 12 or 13) and I had to explain to her that I was the daughter. That was awkward 🤗🙋♀️🐝
The daughter of a friend of my mother thought I was her grandaughter. That was awkward, as it meant she thought my sister was my mother, and she would NOT have been impressed!!
Ooops 😁 but that would be a good prompt for SoCS 🤗🙋♀️🐝
haha! I haven’t spoken to my sister for over three years and apart from a text on my birthday last year and Christmas cards in 2019 and 2020, I haven’t heard from her. Ho hum.
Sorry to hear that. Families are complex. My brother didn’t speak to me for about ten years because of stuff that happened in the past. I did some nasty stuff because of my father abusing me so he had all right to do that. But he figured who my father really is and we are back in contact which I am grateful for. But I am not in contact with my father. I don’t need that 🤗🙋♀️🐝
Love this one! And the photo is one to treasure… I can only guess at what was so funny but it makes me smile nonetheless!
I think we’d just got donked by the shrub. It was a happy day though.
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A wonderful tribute. I miss my mom every day also. I understand.
Thanks Lauren. We lit a candle for her today.
Love the poem and the photo 💜
Thanks Willow. It was a happy day when that was taken.
A beautiful photo I have seen it before 🙂🙂
I’ve used it a few times
I love it 💜
thank you
Beautiful, Di.
Thanks Maggie.
wonderful tribute, i’m sure your mom is beaming from above :))
I hope so.