I am not in the ground;
do not look for me there:
I am the gentle wind that caresses your hair
I am the spring tide rising before crashing to shore;
I am the spring light that kisses your face
and what’s more
© Experimentsinfiction 2021, All Rights Reserved
Today would have been my mum’s 63rd birthday. I was 8 when my mum died, and I didn’t go to her funeral, as I didn’t like the thought of her being reduced to ash and buried underground. I preferred always to go to her favourite woodland and remember her there. So I’ve composed this very short poem in honour of her memory.
I am so sorry for your loss. Your mum must be proud of you.
Happy Birthday to her as she lives in your smiles, tears, and words.
Lovely Poem, Sara xx
Thank you for your kind words 🥲🙏🌈
Only today I was thinking a lot about how lucky I feel to have a Mum. A lovely poem. It was very strong of you, at eight, to know how to honour your mother’s memory in a way that felt right for you. It must have been such so tough.
I’m not into the Royal Family but I do feel sorry for those boys having to be dragged to their mother’s funeral in public when they must have still been in shock.
Yes. I think being born Royal is a true curse. So many choices are taken away from you, including basic privacy.
And from such a young age!
Lovely tribute 💗
Thank you ❤️
I’m sorry for that loss that I know you still feel, but this is a beautiful way to honor your mom–and to remember her. In this way, she is still with you.
Of course, always. Thank you Merril.
You’re welcome, Ingrid.
ours leave and remain sweet and infinite memories within us. your mother always accompanies your steps and will never fail to accompany you. receive my hug and affection.
Thank you so much 🙏
that evokes a wonderful sentiment.
Well said,,,and just enough
Thanks Don – it’s all I can manage right now!
Very movingly evoked beautiful tribute poetry
Thank you for sharing this with us 💐
Gentle wind, spring tide, spring light, and finally, I’m everywhere.
You have used these words beautifully. The poem is smoothly flowing like the gentle wind.
Oh! Your mother died when you were 8 year old. I think it provided you the power and strength to be a good mother.
I am so sorry for your loss, Ingrid. Wonderful poem.
Thank you Gabriela, I appreciate your kind words ❤️
My pleasure sweetheart. You shine now. And that means a lot!
Oh Ingrid I love this. Hug and thanks for sharing. ❤️
Thank you so much Lia 🙏❤️
This is such a beautiful tribute, Ingrid. ❤️
Thank you Rishika 🙏
I believe we can get signs from those who have passed in little things, even a breeze. Little reminders when we need it! ❤️
I think so too 😊
Just lovely 💗
Thank you 😊
A lovely way to remember.
Thank you 😊
A beautiful tribute to a mother you still hold close in your heart!
Thank you Jaya 🙏
Such a beautiful poem you wrote for your mom Ingrid!
It’s a lovely way to keep your mom alive in your heart!
Beautiful and happy what would have been her 63rd year.
Thank you Cindy, that means a lot ❤️🙏
You’re so welcome! She would be soooo proud of you… I know cuz I’m just a bit older that she would have been/. 💖
Beautiful. Deep. Heartfelt.
Thank you 🙏
Beautiful. Sending you big hugs xx
Thank you xx
That really is a beautiful, brilliant poem.
Thanks Vinny 🙏
Thank you Grace! Yes of course, no problem.
i’m so sorry for your loss, but i know your mother is beaming from up above, wonderful tribute 😊
You are a good writer!
Thank you 🙏
You are welcome
A lovely tribute to your mom, Ingrid. That is how I think about those I have lost. They are all around me and in my thoughts. <3 Take care!
Thank you Cheryl 🙏 they are with us always ❤️
Beautiful. So elusive 😁
Thank you Jude 😊