Remember on windy nightslights 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.
Beautifully written and just as I remember those nights....
ReplyDeleteWhat a lot of atmosphere in a few lines!
ReplyDeleteMothers always make the coldest thing feel warm... Liked the mag a lot Kathew.... Let there be light :)
ReplyDelete"there will always be light in the morning" - Nice Magpie. :-)
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true,
ReplyDeleteyou 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.
Very nice memories. Lovely Magpie.
ReplyDeleteIt reminded me olden days..
ReplyDeletedoomed if I do, doomed if I don't
Good response to the prompt...
ReplyDeletethere would always be light in the morning.. very nice ending to this! :) nice magpie!
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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.
ReplyDeleteTo this day, sixty years later, I know where every candle can be found for we still need them often.
Yes, I do remember. Only too well.
ReplyDeleteIf fire had feelings: it would show its affection to the mothers who light them.
ReplyDeleteOh, yes and there was! Nice piece!!
ReplyDeleteYes, definitely remember...
ReplyDeleteWell written words.
Yes, as Annie says..."the sun will come up 2morrow." And even if it's not sunshine, there will b daylight.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful job describing how all mother's should be.
ReplyDeletethis was timely as we had some outages last night...but we were all snug as bugs as it happened pretty late.
ReplyDeleteLovely poem of memories...
ReplyDeleteGreat piece of writing Kath, so full of hope.
ReplyDeleteQMM
nice. i so remember those days...thanks for stirring the memories...nice magpie!
ReplyDeleteOh, yes, I remember. We had a few such stormy nights when I was a kid. Wonderful!
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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! =)
ReplyDelete-Weasel
Mothers know how to put our minds at ease... Great story in this poem!
ReplyDeleteRick
Those nights are indeed some of the most memorable. Lovely.
ReplyDeleteKathe this is truly lovely! A wonderful and beautiful Magpie!
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Mother knows best! I love the way you did this: simple, but very effective. Thank you.
ReplyDeleteYes, moms are like light lanterns. I miss mine so. :)
ReplyDeleteNice 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.
ReplyDeleteCharming. Like this! :-0
ReplyDeleteI do remember those occassions both as a child and as the father.
ReplyDeleteWarm and cozy by the wood stove mainly.
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