Have a read of my poem, ‘Her Amber Necklace’ first published in ‘The Thirteenth Floor’ XIV UTS Writers Anthology. The poem is part of my debut poetry collection ‘The Cellist, a Bellydancer & Other Distractions‘ (Ginninderra Press). Hope you enjoy it.
Her Amber Necklace:
my mothers dead
my mothers dead my brother said
he jumped in the air and
clicked his heels together
her children and grandchildren
and great grandchildren all came
jumping and bouncing
on forbidden chairs
we all laughed
now
distant lights scatter black night
a bus rumbles up Bondi Road
clock ticks in the empty kitchen
only the ticking
then
a dog barks outside
her woollen jumper warms me
her amber necklace hugs my neck
Copyright 2023 Ā© Libby Sommer
Libby Sommer, Author 
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Thank you Pkmundo.
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My mother had an umber necklace, too. With more pieces of amber since you have lots of amber when you live in Latvia. That’s why I stopped at poem. We always miss our mom. I do, too. It’s been 4 years, and it just always lingers on the back of mind. Good contribution to your mother.
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Thank you, Inese. I’m glad you read my poem.
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