For My Mother Poem by peter rodenby

You are like the mist in the morning
that hangs over the Tyne valley
as I travel back to your birth place
You cover me and theland
everything is concealedand protected
under a snowy comforting blanket.
the view andI are safe.
.Then as the day warms and sun rises
so then like child hood
my knowledge grows
the vapourevaporates
that which was once concealed
becomes visible
maturing
I leave you in yourpast
though the birth bond is never broken
the ties that bind
like the strings of whimsical wisps
that ultimately driftin the air
andthe last visages disappear
from sight
as spiritsas if they had never been.
Such is your little time here
once sonoticeableand then no more.
But I will go onyou inside me..