Kitwe, Northern Rhodesia, 1963.
Feeling melancholy today.
I haven’t organised the usual Easter Egg Hunt, my daughter did it instead while I was working.
Haven’t in fact, seen my children or grandchildren this long weekend because they’re all away – perhaps that’s it.
It’s Easter Monday and for us, the only distinguishing event over the long weekend was bacon for brekky yesterday – a real treat! Oh, and the chocolates on Friday.
I’m also missing my parents.
Unconditional
You always helped me move
on to new adventures,
strengthened by your love.
That moment
when I realized
you weren’t asleep,
I couldn’t cry.
I wanted to,
thought I should,
but I couldn’t shed tears
for all those years
when I was loved
unconditionally.
When I knew
no matter what I did
or said, you would always
love me – be there for me.
Put a plaster on my hurts,
fix me up with kisses, give
words to make me feel better.
I’ll never forget your strength.
How your arms encircled me,
the safeness of a oak tree,
dense, caring and complete.
I need that care now!
I need to feel safe again,
to sail into your harbour of care,
find you there, waiting
with open arms, accepting
all my faults, all my mistakes
and letting them go.
Frances Macaulay Forde © 2013
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