"Blanche is here!" My mother's voice was harsh
with animosity (and secret envy!). I rushed to the front door.
"Love you, Auntie!" I enthused, and threw myself into her arms
while she hugged me back. Her exotic perfume
enveloped me as I stood back and admired her hourglass figure
in total awe. She wasn't just attractive, she was so beautiful:
long pale-gold hair and eyes the colour of a summer meadow.
She dressed, walked and spoke like a movie star
and smiled a lot and wore a stunning shade of pink lipstick.
But, most of all, she was so alive, so vibrant.
And she always gave me pocket money and chocolate
and something even more precious to a little girl -
the gift of aspiration. To grow up in her image
and be just like her was all I ever wanted.
But, oh how my mother resented it, that deep connection
between the two of us. It appeared to be an affront
to her conservative sensibilities that I should deeply love someone
so wild and free, so unlike anyone else I'd ever known.
"She is a bad influence," my mother would grumble disapprovingly,
"All those boyfriends, all that makeup!"
And yet...
I am who I am because of her:
her Spirit lives on in the green of my eyes
and her poetry in the depths of my Soul.
with animosity (and secret envy!). I rushed to the front door.
"Love you, Auntie!" I enthused, and threw myself into her arms
while she hugged me back. Her exotic perfume
enveloped me as I stood back and admired her hourglass figure
in total awe. She wasn't just attractive, she was so beautiful:
long pale-gold hair and eyes the colour of a summer meadow.
She dressed, walked and spoke like a movie star
and smiled a lot and wore a stunning shade of pink lipstick.
But, most of all, she was so alive, so vibrant.
And she always gave me pocket money and chocolate
and something even more precious to a little girl -
the gift of aspiration. To grow up in her image
and be just like her was all I ever wanted.
But, oh how my mother resented it, that deep connection
between the two of us. It appeared to be an affront
to her conservative sensibilities that I should deeply love someone
so wild and free, so unlike anyone else I'd ever known.
"She is a bad influence," my mother would grumble disapprovingly,
"All those boyfriends, all that makeup!"
And yet...
I am who I am because of her:
her Spirit lives on in the green of my eyes
and her poetry in the depths of my Soul.
Ygraine my friend, that's another beautiful piece in which you've written, for you wrote it so well!
ReplyDeleteMy mother disapproved of most of my beliefs including my father, but thankfully my lovely wife accepts just as I am, although she does say at times she thinks there's another person's spirit living inside of me.
Oh thank you so much, my friend...I so appreciate that!
DeleteYes, it is always so good when we are accepted for who we are, isn't it?
Have to admit, though...I, too, sometimes feel there is another person inside of me. My emotions can take over...
Have a great weekend!☺☺
Beautifully written as only you can write my sweet and lovely friend.
ReplyDeleteIt would seem that "mother" had the issues not the "aunt"...
Hugs and Love ❤❤❤
Thank you so much, dearest Jan... your kind words always lift my spirits! 😊😊
DeleteMuch love and hugs xoxoxo
I wonder if we all don’t have a Blanche in our lives? So hard when young to see a parent as who we want to be…
ReplyDeleteWonderful poem.. Wonderful observations..
Yes, now I come to think of it, I guess we do...maybe our parents are a little TOO close?
DeleteMany thanks, Anthony...I really appreciate that!☺☺
Really amazing dear Ygraine !! xoxox
ReplyDeleteBe warm and safe this weekend Hugs!
Oh thank you so much, dearest Gloria! ☺☺
DeleteGosh, yes, that was a cold spell...am glad it is over (except for the snow!)lol
Do hope all is well with you!
Much love and hugs xoxoxo
Beautiful!! I am so happy you had Auntie in your life! She sounded like a wonderful woman! Isn't it funny how "mothers" can get jealous!! Big Hugs!
ReplyDeleteShe was such a lovely person, Sweetie...and I miss her still...probably even more so because my mother and I were never very close.😕
DeleteMy heartfelt thanks, that really means so much...☺☺
Much love and hugs xoxoxo
I would have liked Auntie Blanche, kind of reminds me of what my mom was like too and she was my best friend.💟 I still miss her every day.
ReplyDeleteLovely story Ygraine, glad I stopped in.
Hope you have a wonderful week.Hugs!!!😊😊
So very good to hear from you, Geraldine...I have missed you!
DeleteOh I so wish I could have had a relationship like that with my mom, but we were so different...she was distant and unemotional...whereas I am the total opposite! It definitely didn't bode well for a mother/daughter relationship...
Thank you so much for your kind words!
Wishing you a great week too!☺☺
Much love and hugs xoxoxo
__ We all have our goals, knowing that, our instincts parallel those goals, with our own mindset. Nifty "Y"_!
ReplyDeletescan your goals
along paths of which you step
we seek life balance
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Oh thank you, Doug...so much!
DeleteYes, I honestly do believe she helped me to see things in a more balanced way...:))
ah...sublime and deeply touching dear Ygrainy!!!
ReplyDeletereminded me my days and nights spent with my late mom and the connection we have between us !
i never though about some in my life as about her
still she is with me in my each moment
Oh I am so happy to hear that you had such a close relationship with your mom.:)
DeleteI would have loved a relationship like that with mine, but it just wasn't to be.
However, I did have my Auntie Blanche...and she had a huge impact on my life.
Thank you so much, my dear Friend!
Big Hugs xoxoxo
Your Auntie sounds amazing.
ReplyDeleteI enjoyed your poem, and am so pleased you had her in your life.
Take Care
All the best Jan
Oh she was, Jan, truly!
DeleteShe was so kind and caring.:)
Thank you so much...
Big Hugs xoxoxo
oh..i love this!
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