Mumma loved the song 'cucurucu' by Nick Mulvey, when she discovered the same lyrics in the D.H. Lawrence poem 'Piano', she was extremely excited and cherised the song and now the poem, even more deeply. I stumbled on the poem myself in one of my course's texts, i'd always loved the song but i'd never sat and read the words of the poem.

reading it now, after years have gone by, I realise how much I connect with it. How important memories are, memories of childhood and warmer times that as you grow you long for, but you still feel them, often in visceral intensity. When I read this poem or hear the song, I think of nights spent lying on the sofa in her arms, the warmthness and gentleness of those moments. it is those moments that keep me close to her, moments encapsulated so beautifully by the poem's words:

Softly, in the dusk, a woman is singing to me;

Taking me back down the vista of years, till I see

A child sitting under the piano, in the boom of the tingling strings

And pressing the small, poised feet of a mother who smiles as she sings.



"In spite of myself, the insidious mastery of song

Betrays me back, till the heart of me weeps to belong

To the old Sunday evenings at home, with winter outside

And hymns in the cosy parlour, the tinkling piano our guide.



So now it is vain for the singer to burst into clamour

With the great black piano appassionato. The glamour

Of childish days is upon me, my manhood is cast

Down in the flood of remembrance, I weep like a child for the past."

I weep like a child for the past, but at least it's a past I remember.