"We don't stop playing because we grow old; we grow old because we stop playing." ~George Bernard Shaw
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Wednesday, September 29, 2010

Magpie #34

Remember on windy nights
lights would flicker and go out
making rooms seem dark and bitter
Fathers would grumble
and root around
while Mothers would light candles
making a warm sight
Telling us stories til we fell asleep
knowing she was right
that there would always be light
in the morning.

30 comments:

Helen said...

Beautifully written and just as I remember those nights....

Rinkly Rimes said...

What a lot of atmosphere in a few lines!

Abhilasha-The Desire said...

Mothers always make the coldest thing feel warm... Liked the mag a lot Kathew.... Let there be light :)

Susannah said...

"there will always be light in the morning" - Nice Magpie. :-)

My Magpie

Jingle said...

true,
you remind me of those times when I was young, my family used lamp...

it is a great discovery to see that you share this experience.

lovely magpie.

Book Bird Dog said...

Very nice memories. Lovely Magpie.

gautami tripathy said...

It reminded me olden days..

doomed if I do, doomed if I don't

Berowne said...

Good response to the prompt...

Leo said...

there would always be light in the morning.. very nice ending to this! :) nice magpie!

My Magpie

dana said...

I still live in the little house my father built. On the day I was born, we moved into the small cottage with no running water and an outhouse that is pictured on the banner of my blog.

To this day, sixty years later, I know where every candle can be found for we still need them often.

Martin H. said...

Yes, I do remember. Only too well.

Shigune Matsui said...

If fire had feelings: it would show its affection to the mothers who light them.

Tumblewords: said...

Oh, yes and there was! Nice piece!!

Reflections said...

Yes, definitely remember...

Well written words.

kathi harris said...

Yes, as Annie says..."the sun will come up 2morrow." And even if it's not sunshine, there will b daylight.

Kristen Haskell said...

Beautiful job describing how all mother's should be.

Rene/ Not The Rockefellers said...

this was timely as we had some outages last night...but we were all snug as bugs as it happened pretty late.

Dianne said...

Lovely poem of memories...

daylily (Queenmothermamaw) said...

Great piece of writing Kath, so full of hope.
QMM

Brian Miller said...

nice. i so remember those days...thanks for stirring the memories...nice magpie!

Angie Muresan said...

Oh, yes, I remember. We had a few such stormy nights when I was a kid. Wonderful!

www.angiemuresan.com

Systematic Weasel said...

Excellent post! Takes me back to a year ago, when there were storms every week it seemed, and the power would always go out for the entire street. Wonderfully written! =)

-Weasel

R. Burnett Baker said...

Mothers know how to put our minds at ease... Great story in this poem!

Rick

willow said...

Those nights are indeed some of the most memorable. Lovely.

Carrie Burtt said...

Kathe this is truly lovely! A wonderful and beautiful Magpie!
:-)

ds said...

Mother knows best! I love the way you did this: simple, but very effective. Thank you.

RA said...

Yes, moms are like light lanterns. I miss mine so. :)

Lena said...

Nice take, Kath.Britain had power cuts in the 70's and the memory still remains with me. I recall my old gran wishing we had "old gas lamps" to see us through. And yes, the light always shines through.

JamieDedes said...

Charming. Like this! :-0

rel said...

I do remember those occassions both as a child and as the father.
Warm and cozy by the wood stove mainly.
rel