My friend @Hez wrote a motherless Mother’s Day poem that was eaten by the internet monster. A few days late it but still it’s short and sweetness beats true. It’s pretty rare that I pass on poems that were written post-Neruda, but she had me at lilac season.
Thanks, Kat! Somehow some HG stuff ends up getting lost with the odd socks deep in the Tumblr dryer, but I was kind of proud of this one, so I much appreciate the signal boost.
It’s y’all’s turn to reblog the favour with a tenderhearted little poem thing I wrote for the Giggz to help with motherless-Mother’s Day bittersweetness. Some unknown foolery with the machines behind the scenes meant it never hit the HG Tumblr.
I don’t share a lot of poems with the internet, but thanks to the amazing support I’ve been getting from my lovely editor Rebecca, this actually didn’t feel risky at all.
Sure, I love my friends, but I’m also deeply grateful for the kindness of internet strangers today.
I will be doing that later. But my stepmom is probably doing something lunchy with my stepsister (she’s obviously the good child to my wicked one - j/k, but not really)… and I never want my grandma to be able to hear that I’ve been crying.
That’s me in the pink, being held by my mom. My brother is in yellow, and I can guarantee it’s the last time he ever wore that colour. My aunt Cheryl and uncle Jack (RIP) are on the left, and my still awesome grandad and uncle Jim are on the right. My dad’s blue striped ensemble will always make me laugh.
This is me when I was 6.
This is how I feel today.
Happy Motherless Day.
Some people find this to be a very difficult day. I’m one of them, too.