Mother by Fassbinder

“Mother” by Fassbinder

Most----------Marmite------Matriarch
Of-------------On-------------Of
The-----------Toasted-------The
Hurt----------Hearth--------Home
Ever----------Eaten----------Embarassingly
Received----Rapidly-------Rampant

MOTHER


When we were all put out to sea
Arthur wossname sailed the ship
Bound for icebergs bound for the deeps
Why did he help when he was on his knees
Himself?
No word of thanks from our little faces
As he,
Undeterred
Steered us all to safety
While we played or sulked
Or sulked or hid
Like kids do. In mud
What was it to him? He wasn’t ‘blood’
But when we were big faces
That vault that housed few happy mem’ries
Started turning itself over…
Like a lone pair of socks
On a fast spin cycle
No one could ignore his efforts
His silent nurturing but loving way
Our “mother” Arthur
Long after Arthur’s final footsteps
Trudged along our difficult trajectory
We increasingly guessed about how he did it-
“…lucky loving upbringing?”
“…spare time on his hands?”
“…sympathy.”

Whatever it was
He had it in spades
And then we dug out his funeral poem
Chosen himself
And left on a shelf.

“Crossing The Bar” by Alfred Lord Tenneyson
With our worldly secular hands
We gripped the laminated verse
And like most poetry
At first
Didn’t ‘get it’

And then found Arthur there
In every living line.

We scuttled off to the library
To find Tennyson
To find Arthur…

To find Mother.





Mother

Mothers’ mother didn’t mother
So mother didn’t mother too
Mother’s mother meant nothing to mother
So why does mine matter?
I dunno …but she does.

Mother by Fassbinder (PW Original)

Mother by Anon

Hey mum, I miss you
Hey mum, I miss you
Hey mum, I miss you
My life is dying without you
My eyes are crying for you
My heart is reaching for you
Help me mum
Mother, you’re my Samaritan
You are my lost vallium…
Here I’m now suffering
Looking for the covering
Of my inner soul
The one you roll
and gently hold
in your silk hands that
make me breathe
Mother, please
Come back to me

Mother by Tim Rudall

A comfort by and by, you are
And though the years don’t lie, you see
The tender side of me, I yield
My truer self to you
Behind my sterner traits, there dwells
A meekness, long it waits, to tell
You all it’s longed to share, with
Only you, only your ear
Of course, a son I am to both; no rues,
No discourse pulled by sloth. It’s just
A simpler course we cross, Mum
How time paves, and builds, and welds

Mother by Maddy

The Beginning
She is so lovely
Especially when she sings
and spreads her feather wings
to protect her creation
how truly amazing

Mother by Cody

Pointed, sustaining, hanging
Mid-air, anchoring
The deepest affections of a Mother
The moon is
Pulling into soft focus
all the glory of the sun
Distributing the subtler energies
at distant points,
weaving a web, as a only a Mother could
Protecting,
giving form to
dust and space
- or, as a friend told me –
The moon is an aperture
At the month of this doomed fish-bowl
that we are at the bottom of.
And all life is cultured
by the gentle rhythms
of our mothers stretching backward
Into some distant lineage
The moon hangs in silence, and we sleep
As she works for us, tethered, cycling
-but then-
To be awoken abruptly, by the sand-
Jock hammers in the basement, shattering
Men working, sweating to deconstruct
What Mother has built in our sleep

Mother by Marie

Undoubtedly burdened by your issues
Tormented by time, tears and tissues
You put me down but pick me up
You heal my wounds, yet fuck me up.
You unglue my feet if they get stuck
When life is tough and gets too much.
I’ve laughed my greatest laughs with you
And cried a lifetime of tears for you
Life is pretty mad I think
And I understand why you drink
Careless stares and blood shot eyes
We are locked in frightened silent cries.
I have a key and go inside
I feel your pain or is it mine
It hurts sometimes

Mother by Anon

I have the best Mum in the World
I know you don’t believe me
But its true
Kindness, Love and warmth
Humour and vitality
She brings joy with her –
Support to everyone
No one is left out
If all people were like
My Mum
The world would be ok