After losing her mother, a daughter recalls her voice and finds the memory catching at her heart the way bedstraw does.  It’s only a few years since I started identifying this humble and varied wild flower, which indeed has a leaf texture which would catch on clothing walking past. 

I read somewhere that it’s called ‘bedstraw’ because some types were used to fill mattresses. 

Mother’s voice clings to my heart like trails of bedstraw catch you in the lanes.  

Source: Mary Webb, Precious Bane (Harmondsworth: Penguin, 1981), p. 18

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