Poem for my parents

Time was

Once there was a time
when a house stood on a hill
filled with poems and a deep, warm voice.
The scent of turps and linseed oil
hung heavy and mysterious
amid the comforting smell of baking pastry.
Home was a ship riding a grassy sea
and green hills ran along the rim of the world.

They are gone now, into the shadows
with the home they made to hold our dreams.
But I will keep the memory of those times,
bright as a summer morning
until I too go into the shadows
beyond the rim of green hills.

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Jane Dougherty

I used to do lots of things I didn't much enjoy. Now I am officially a writer. It's what I always wanted to be.

14 thoughts on “Poem for my parents”

  1. Jane, I am in awe of this poem; it sings, yet there is a stillness to it that whispers, rises, and swoops down in a never ending melody.

    1. What a lovely comment, George. I’m glad you found a something lyrical in the words. Sometimes the structure of the phrase, the choice of image is enough to convey a deep-felt sentiment. I’m so pleased it struck a chord with you.

  2. I love this poem which so beautifully conveys your love for your parents and the comfort of home which they so obviously provided for you then and now in the precious memories that you hold so dear.

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