Hey, That’s No Way To Say Goodbye.

Facebook had advised me yesterday to ‘reconnect’ with my mother.

You know the suggestions they often make on the right hand side of the page. ‘You have connected with….. for a while. Why not send them a message?’ Or so and so ‘is new to facebook, why not introduce them to some of your friends?’

I found this doubly entertaining as my plans for the weekend included driving up to Newcastle with my sister to attend the hens night of a family friend with… my mother.

I arrived here this afternoon around 1pm to find my mother sitting under the grape vines in the garden my father and her both share. She was wrapped up in newspapers and a dressing gown. Seemingly delighted to see me, she hobbled over, kissed and hugged me as she displayed her brand new busted little toe. ‘It’s the house Ally. We had a dinner party here last night. And the house, it’s just too small, I keep busting my toes on one thing or another.’ I laughed because it’s true. Everytime I’ve been home, since having moved in (and then out) a year ago– I lived with my parents for a month to save for a trip to New York and Tokyo– she has, with frequent regularlity broken toes.

I sat and joined her over newspapers. We talked about work and Sydney and my life and why I should be doing a graduate diploma in teaching, but aren’t. We locked horns as we often do on first meet until eventually I said, ‘Mum, I didn’t come here to be told what to do and how to do it. I just want to talk. Ok?’

She was receptive to this and the nature of the conversation shifted immediately.

I told her about the Shaun Parker production I’d seen the weekend before with my aunty Anne. We discussed the enneagram system again, which I had mentioned to her a couple of times before.

We jumped online and read and read and read. Stopping frequently to relate certain personality types to people we know– mums a 2, I’m a 4, my brothers a 3, we’re both still undecided as to what dad is, though we think my sister is a 5.

Mum made us a fabulous little fruit platter and I suggested we drink our calories instead, which I did, she didn’t.

My folks always have smashing little humble cellar of some really yummy wines, which I’ve always managed to express enough interest in for my father to continue refilling my glass.

I digress.

Both my parents, and myself in a lot of respects, are going through a tremendous time of change. Equal parts exciting and terrifying.

I enjoyed spending the afternoon with her, and now you must excuse me as she requires St Tropez fake tan to be administered to her back nether regions in earnest preparation of this bloody hens night.

I sing to her as I gather the gloves, and the goop, refilling my glass.

‘What’s that Ally?’

‘Oh that’s Leonard mum. Lately, it’s always Leonard.’
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Hey, That’s No Way To Say Goodbye.

I loved you in the morning, our kisses deep and warm,
your hair upon the pillow like a sleepy golden storm,
yes, many loved before us, I know that we are not new,
in city and in forest they smiled like me and you,
but now it’s come to distances and both of us must try,
your eyes are soft with sorrow,
Hey, that’s no way to say goodbye.

I’m not looking for another as I wander in my time,
walk me to the corner, our steps will always rhyme
you know my love goes with you as your love stays with me,
it’s just the way it changes, like the shoreline and the sea,
but let’s not talk of love or chains and things we can’t untie,
your eyes are soft with sorrow,
Hey, that’s no way to say goodbye.

I loved you in the morning, our kisses deep and warm,
your hair upon the pillow like a sleepy golden storm,
yes many loved before us, I know that we are not new,
in city and in forest they smiled like me and you,
but let’s not talk of love or chains and things we can’t untie,
your eyes are soft with sorrow,
Hey, that’s no way to say goodbye.

– Leonard Cohen.

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One Response to “Hey, That’s No Way To Say Goodbye.”
  1. A stunning and wonderfully moving poem – thank-you muchly, Alwex. cox

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