The Brown Eyed Dreamer

'Fill your paper with the breathings of your heart.' William Wordsworth

Mother.

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A lot of things remind me of my mother. When the sweet breeze of Summer rolls in and the smell of freshly cut grass fills the air, I see her figure stooped to pick flowers and push the old mower across the lawn. She’d be dodging around the daisies because even though they’re weeds she likes them best and keeps them there. I can almost see her now, camo trousers rolled up to the knee, blowing tufts of hair out of her eyes and wearing a smile as bright as the sun above her.

Saturday mornings are a reminder too, where the gentle ebbs of music and the smell of fresh coffee waft up to my room as I wake up. I’d potter downstairs and she’d be dancing around the kitchen, dishcloth in hand, the dogs winding around her ankles. And she’d be smiling, always smiling. She’d say a quick good morning and I’d join her in making breakfast, dancing and singing along with her.

In the worst of days, my mother’s face has always been close by, a gentle reminder I have somebody. Those days I come back from a hard day at school, and she knows to give me some time to cool off before I talk to anyone. And when I’m ready, she has a coffee ready and is positioned to listen to my whinges and rambles. As a kid, she’d heal every cut and bruise with a band-aid and a kiss, as a teenager she heals every heartbreak and torment with a cuddle and sweet words, the right words.

She’s there between the melody of Razorlight and REM songs, she’s there in the sweet smell of suntan lotion. She’s my Disney movie buddy, my favourite running partner, my best taxi driver and DJ, my cooking instructor, my counsellor, my kebab-eating buddy, my shoulder to cry on. She’s my mother, and I love her more than anything.

And seeing as this is her day, I’d like to dedicate this post to her, the best (and only) mother I’ve ever had. You’ve told us plenty of times you don’t think you do a great job as a mum, but I think know you’re wonderful. So this is for you, mum. I hope you have a fabulous day. And this song is for you, the one song that always brings you to mind:

Love you mum. And happy mothers day everyone!

~thebrowneyeddreamer

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Author: thebrowneyeddreamer

Teenage girl from the mysterious, rainy land of Northern Ireland, obsessed with music, France and movies. I like to write books and poetry when I can get my head out of the clouds.

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