New paintings and regular art updates.
Well I got this wrong! I was trying to draw flowers but wrote spring instead of summer…. I can’t do a mother’s day drawing, my mom passed away many years ago. #bandofsketchers prompt summer or mother’s day. Anyway it’s fun to do these doodles.
Gone but I remember you. It’s been a few years, but on Mother’s day I wish you were still here. I could tell you my news, how things had been. You would be stern but fair, or happy and pleased. No matter what, you would try and help with problems. You cared about things.
Mothers (and Fathers) who have passed away are still remembered. It’s always a tug on my heart when the day comes round and I can’t buy her flowers or get each of them a card, a thank you for their care and support. I will try to keep those memories, to keep her in my mind, today and in future.
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
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.
It’s mother’s day here on 31st of March but I won’t be celebrating it as both my mom and mother in law passed away a few years ago.
What I do have is these two paintings of them to remember them by.
They both had their troubles and difficulties but they were both strong women and I loved them both.
Instead of going to a mothers day lunch or tea I’m going to a theatrical event called Titchy theatre.
I’ve written a couple of small conversations for two or three voices and the people running the theatre event will be reading them out. The Titchy theatre started at Penkhull Mysteries but is expanding to two performances a year. People were asked to write something for the performance. If you are free on Sunday the 31st and want to come up to Penkhull Village Hall please do. Please get there for 2.30pm. The show starts at 3pm. Spaces are limited.
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