Remembering My Mother ~ Poem

A little while ago, these canvasses were heading in a slightly different direction, 

but as always, they eventually told me the way to go... 

once i stopped thinking so much and tuned in to who they were for... 

the Mom being remembered...

in my mind were the colours of the white shores of Hawaii...
i printed some photos for colour inspiration...
don't you just love how the colours on the print have run & merged together? 

They are to form the background for the poem

 "Remembering My Mother" by Belinda Stotler...

just trying different ways to emphasise the last verse...

& then doing something totally different!

Actually it combines both ideas & I could see from the roughs where I needed to be.

Even when a death is not unexpected, it can still be incredibly hard for those left behind,

but this poem gave a little comfort through it's words...

Their Mom & Dad used to spend time together in Hawaii... 

on 'those white shores across the sea'...

There are many layers of colour & texture in these, giving plenty of depth in the background,

also the blue line of acrylic & the white splashes are raised adding even more...

two canvasses the same, or at least very similar.... 

one for my customer & one for her sister

Remembering My Mother

by Belinda Stotler

My Mother seems so far away from me,

On that beautiful white shore across the sea.

Yet I remember love’s soft glow upon her face,

And the feel of her touch and tender embrace.

When I am weary from the burdens I’ve borne,

And the path is unclear and I feel so forlorn,

I remember her loving support was always near,

And her advice made the path ahead seem clear.

When I feel there is no one who seems to care,

Or when the heartache seems too hard to bear,

I remember how she always stood by my side,

And would tenderly wipe away the tears I cried.

When there are moments of great joy and pride,

And I wish my Mother was standing at my side,

I remember she saw more than I thought I could be,

And know I owe my triumphs to her belief in me.

When I reminisce about the things she used to say, 

And I miss her and think she is so far away,

I remember what she gave lives on through me,

And one day I’ll see her on the shore across the sea.