Comments on: On Mothering Sunday

By: Marcia Howard

Marcia Howard — Sun, 15 Mar 2026 22:08:15 +0000

What a lovely tribute to your dear mother, and not dissimilar from memories I have of my own mother, albeit she’s been gone for almost 30 yrs. I’m sometimes pulled up when I see or hear something I know would interest her, and say to myself “I must tell….” and then remember that I can no longer do so. She was also adored by my two sons who spent all of their childhood knowing her and spending time with her, so is far from forgotten. My mum also suffered from dementia in her later years, so although she no longer appeared to recognise any of us in her final years, we still knew exactly who she was.

By: Eve

Eve — Sun, 15 Mar 2026 12:24:36 +0000

Aw.. such a lovingly heartfelt remembrance of your mother & so kind to think of others in tribute.
I myself have beautifully tender memories of my own dear mum, Hannah, who also suffered from that dreadfully cruel thief, Alzheimers …
Always in my heart & long may she rest in loving peace.

By: Kate Amis

Kate Amis — Sun, 15 Mar 2026 09:26:20 +0000

Such a lovely tribute GA.
It has really helped me to read of your experience of your memories of your mother and how time has allowed you to reflect and remember some happier times from the earlier days you shared with her. My own mum died just two weeks ago after a long and happy life clouded by a final 9 months of very rapid dementia which, so far ,is hard to see through.
I love the idea of buying flowers for friends who have also lost their mothers. I am off to do that now.

By: Arabella

Arabella — Sun, 15 Mar 2026 08:19:10 +0000

What a truly beautiful tribute.

By: Lorraine

Lorraine — Sun, 15 Mar 2026 08:08:20 +0000

Today’s words could just as well have been written by me in a tribute to my own mother. The parallels are uncanny. My mother taught me to read pre-school, I love to recall sitting on her lap by the fire working through my latest book. It is one of my earliest memories besides being taken as a toddler in a pram on a hop-picking trip and the birth of my sister. My mum too suffered with dementia for many years before she left us. These were painful times yet now I look back even at that part of her life through different eyes, appreciating for example that towards the end she was blissfully unaware that her husband of 60+ years had died or that she was herself close to death. Because of her I have been a lifelong avid reader and learner and in retirement I have managed to devote time to writing. She also gave me so much more. She is always with me because she is me and I am her.

By: achim

achim — Sun, 15 Mar 2026 08:08:02 +0000

Among other things, my mum taught me how to sew on buttons, repair stockings and do any kind of sewing at all. She gave me an old needle case (from the 1940s) for this purpose. Whenever I pick up the needles, I notice her handwritten message: ‘Have fun sewing! (but please don’t get cross!)’

Tomorrow my mum turns 95, and I’m going to take flowers to her grave. Later this year, my dad will reach his 100th birthday — he was born in the same year as Queen Elizabeth II…!

Love & Peace
ACHIM

By: ANDY STROWMAN

ANDY STROWMAN — Sun, 15 Mar 2026 07:04:55 +0000

A truly wonderful piece .
Inspiring and a token for us with no mothers alive to battle on and adopt our mother’s stance .
If I may and such chances are rare I would like to submit a poem from time ago about my Mum :

Mum
By Andy Strowman
Copyright

Silver black, glass frames like flowers,
Painted blue , dress all green .
Sad as a ghost ,crying for a friend ,
Deserted abs destroyed by evil hands .

Roasted and peppered ,unloved and abandoned ,
I became your solace . A child
Of warm soldiers.
Laughing friendless
Unknown to many
Terrified and stupor
Ran far from me .

First written 17.2.2021
andy.strowman1@gmail.com

By: Sukhin

Sukhin — Sun, 15 Mar 2026 06:44:52 +0000

This is beautiful. Thank you. My mother was just taken ill and went to hospital. She is in New York and will be 90 in May. I’m aware of her frailty and her usual robust strength and energy slowly weakens. Thankfully she is fully alert mentally that we can still have our conversations, arguments and I have time to say “I love you” over the phone. She atoo replies whenever I ask “How are you?”, Hai Gum Lah, in Cantonese which roughly translates to As It Is, kind of her attitude of acceptance of what life gives you and take life as is.

By: Sue Stamp

Sue Stamp — Sun, 15 Mar 2026 06:31:24 +0000

What a beautiful and thoughtful tribute to your mother. Thank you so much for sharing, I shall embrace my late mother’s presence to keep with me all day today too.