Memories of Bluebells

bluebells and memories

Sunshine in childhood

Memories of bluebells, and in the nearby fields, buttercups and daisies were abundant..., Just sitting on the warm grass , looking at the bluebell woods.Mum would put a daisy chain around my neck.. I'd feel afraid I'd break it. So sweet, so delicate.

In front of us there would be my dad trying to teach my baby brother to kick a ball. More often than not Eddie would fall over, and dad would pick him up again. "Try again, young man" he'd say, "Rome, you know wasn't built in a day"

This little haven was near our house, so sometimes in Summer, we'd wait excitedly for dad to return from work, knowing the sky would still be blue and the sun bright, so we could still go to our favourite place. It didn't have to be earlier in the day.

Memories like this are mostly locked up inside my heart. We'd watch the clouds, so fluffy -- change from shape to shape. Sometimes seeing figures, a horse, maybe or some one's face.

"Oh look at that , " one of us would say, "Exactly like a dog or fish" and then the clouds changed shape again.

We'd walk towards the bluebell woods, so I could pick the flowers. The sun filtering through the trees, highlighting the beauty of the bluebells. No wonder they are my favourite wildflowers, with memories like these.

And mum was there.

The magic simplicity of this part of my life, the sights too good to miss, Dad determined my brother and I should learn to appreciate nature in all its glory The short walk home we would look across at high Welsh mountains, leaving the woods behind us, but not before my mum had put a little daisy chain around my head. "See, now you're a princess" she would say as we carried the bluebells home.

Home was just as magic , really. If my mothers' incredible voice was not singing, then dad was whistling and I'd be dancing. How I loved to dance. Ballet lessons. One of my favourite things and practising at home

And mum was there.

No family is perfect but ours was near as it could be. We laughed a lot, we loved each other. Mum and dad , My brother and me.

OH! If only I could go back for just one day , one hour ? Yes, even for one hour. Back to daisy chains and buttercups and bluebells in the woods, to feel and be that little girl again.......

Before the rain

But the rain came.

And with the rain came the pain,

And life was never, ever the same again.

Not for dad, my brother and me.

Damn! The Grim Reaper....!!!!!!!!

 Before the Grim Reaper Took Mum

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Run Down Battery 6 years ago from UK

Sent shivers up my back... I was there with you, that's how beautifully evocotive you prose can be... and then shellshocked! I didn't see it coming... do we ever, I wonder. Moved.... Jeff


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Dim Flaxenwick 6 years ago from Great Britain Author

That was such a lovely comment, Jeff, . Thank you so much.I found myself crying towards the end, but that's not always a bad thing.


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myawn 6 years ago from Florida

very moving. I remember when I was three making the daisy chains ahh life was so easy then. Nice hub Thank you!


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Dim Flaxenwick 6 years ago from Great Britain Author

Thanks for stopping by, myawn. Always good to hear from you.


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Micky Dee 6 years ago

I'd like to go back too Dom Flaxenwick. I'd like to go back to when I knew little, was little, and could trust. But I guess I'd rather stay in this future rather than live the past again. Very pretty. Thanks


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Dim Flaxenwick 6 years ago from Great Britain Author

I know what you mean. If I could capture an afternoon when mum was alive and my dad and brother were having fun, or if only for an hour. Then I would wanr a time machine to whisk me into the prese nt day. NO WAY would I want to live my through again.


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blaise25 6 years ago from close to you...

Ow, sweet moving.. No wonder this little girl turned out to be a very good mom :)

Ah, the rain..sometimes brings pain, but sometimes it's the only way to see the rainbow... :)


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Dim Flaxenwick 6 years ago from Great Britain Author

thank you blaise. Glad you stop by my hubs so often.

Your comments are as sweet as your poems


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tonymac04 6 years ago from South Africa

Beautiful and so poignant at the end. Moving as all good writing should be.

Love and peace

Tony


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Dim Flaxenwick 6 years ago from Great Britain Author

"moving' is quite a compliment. Thank you.

I'm glad you liked it.

love and peace as always, Dim


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Moulik Mistry 6 years ago from Burdwan, West Bengal, India

Your prose always flows with poetic aplomb - you are a wonderful writer...


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Dim Flaxenwick 6 years ago from Great Britain Author

You are very gracious to say such a thing about my writings,. Remember I read YOURS and would never have put myself in the same category. Thank you so much for the acclaim x peace as always


alberich 6 years ago

Dear Dim

Thank You for sharing this! When Í was about five I got up at dawn to see the fairies dance and listen to the bluebells ringing. And ever since I been to "Faerie", both with body and in mind. So just go there and she will be there among the bluebells at dawn.

Love!


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Dim Flaxenwick 6 years ago from Great Britain Author

O my goodness . What a truly amazing comment. It´s made me cry., even though mum died in 1961. Thank you so much.

What a beautiful thought.


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Micky Dee 5 years ago

It's a great read all over again! Pre-button hub! I'm jumping! I love you Dim!


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Dim Flaxenwick 5 years ago from Great Britain Author

love you too, man. Thanks for all your support.


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4FoodSafety 5 years ago from Fontana, WI

Bluebells and a Mother's love - wonderful!

My memories are fond too - thank you for the memories.


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Dim Flaxenwick 5 years ago from Great Britain Author

kind of you to stop by and comment. thank you.


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AudreyHowitt 4 years ago from California

Your prose is always so evocative--both in its joy and in its sorrow--You are blessed in some ways to have such wonderful memories --treasure them


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Dim Flaxenwick 4 years ago from Great Britain Author

Thank you so much AudreyHowitt.,

I do treasure the few memories of when mum was alive. I also tried to be the best mum I could when I had my own children.

Now that they´ve grown up and I have more time and the freedom to write .........wheeeeeeeee It´s wonderful.

Take care,

Dim


oceansider 4 years ago

Hello Dim,

I just loved your hub! It was so sweet and it sounds like you had a wonderful childhood, with parents who loved you so much! It must have been so hard, loosing your mom when you were so young. I lost my mom two and a half years ago. I found it very hard at first to not have her any more, but my children (who are also grown), have been so supportive and loving. Like you, I also think back at times, to what it was like when my brother and sister and I were small, and I've had some very fond memories of those times.


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Dim Flaxenwick 4 years ago from Great Britain Author

Whatever your age..... your mum is a one and only.

I´m glad you had support,but I´m sure it still hurt pretty bad.

My childhood was never the same , obviously, but my dad was a great believer in ´´life goes on´´.


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AudreyHowitt 3 years ago from California

I came back and reread this one--so very sorry for your loss!


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Dim Flaxenwick 3 years ago from Great Britain Author

Dear Audrey,

Thank you for the greatest compliment, to come back and read it again.

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