December has sad memories for my family. Both my father and mother died in December; my mother five years ago. She was a very down to earth, practical woman completely devoid of any pretensions. Maybe that’s partly why I found it hard to write about her. However I was pleased with this short poem; I think it captures the sort of person that she was and the importance of home in her life.
She was
Two cups of flour resourceful
Plumb-line straight
Three sides of a triangle logical
Rain-coat wise
Five woollen blankets caring.
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