Hotel view

Posted on July 20, 2022July 20, 2022 Posted in UncategorizedTagged dinghy, Fishing, Humour, Mother, Sea, Short story, Sunset, suspense, Very short story, Weather2 Comments

Looking out from the hotel over the Channel she worried about her son. Where was he? Anxiety weighed like a heavy stone on her heart. What if she never saw him again?

The dinghy had not been seen since sunset, when it had been out on the sandbar fishing for mackerel, but no one had called the lifeboat and they were not that overdue. Still, a mother can have a sense about these things. She knew in her bones… Something was wrong.

A shadow fell across her as the sun started to set again. She turned her head to look. She heard his voice…

‘Mum?’….

‘Can you do my washing this weekend?’

Mom sketched

Posted on March 27, 2022 Posted in Sketching, UncategorizedTagged #bandofsketchers, Art, colour balance, Drawing, Felt pens, Mother, Mothers day, Portrait, Prompt, Sketching1 Comment

Felt pen drawing of my Mother taken from a painting I did of her several years ago. She passed away after I did the portrait. This was for todays prompt, Mother, as it is Mothering Sunday in the UK. The felt pen colours were a bit dark so I’ve adjusted it a bit. #bandofsketchers

Mother

Posted on March 14, 2021March 14, 2021 Posted in Fine Art, UncategorizedTagged Gone, Life, Memories, missing her, Mom, Mother, Mothers day, Poem, Poetry, Portrait, Sad, WomanLeave a comment

Mother

Gone

Not forgotten.

Strong

Gentle

Caring

Intelligent

Hard working

Moral

Ethical

She held it together

When we needed her

I wish I could hold her hand

Hug her

Tell her how much I miss her.

These are her boys

Posted on October 8, 2019October 8, 2019 Posted in Cat, UncategorizedTagged Brothers, Cats, Handsome, Kittens, Love, Mother, Photo, RehomedLeave a comment

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These two boys were my female cats kittens, they were rehomed together and now they are about two and a half years old. I occasionally see photos of them, I do miss them. They are like larger versions of their mother. Both boys are really handsome. I wish I’d been able to keep them, and their two sisters that went to another home.

Not mothers day

Posted on March 19, 2019 Posted in UncategorizedTagged Flower, Gone, Goodbye, Life, Micro poetry, Mother, Mothers day, Not mothers day, Poem, PoetryLeave a comment

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I might buy a flower, to remember her,

I might buy some perfume, or a scarf.

I can’t give them her.

So long ago, years ago, I lost her,

Each year when mothers day comes

I stare at parties of young or old women,

Children with their mums,

And wish she was here.

It’s not mothers day for me.

Mallaband-Brown

Tag: Mother

Hotel view

Mom sketched

Mother

These are her boys

Not mothers day