Last night I was tossed
in sleepless seas,
thinking about my mother.
Now anxiety dizzies me
as I visit her new rest home.
I am amazed to see her
running child-like across the lawn
legs no longer disfigured with fluid.
She has a radiance haloing her face,
as she introduces new friends,
her favourite being Eva.
I feel befuddled --
she surely was an old pal
that passed away last year.
The Staff embrace me with welcome
and are saintly in my motherís care.
I listen to her happy chatter and
my spirit rises at her increased wellbeing,
"Is it a change in medication?"
They smile widely,
"It is a miracle."
We hug, kissing goodbye until next time.
Waves of relief roll over me --
the move has transformed her.
I wake Ö in tranquil waters,
sensing Iíve been transported
through a celestial porthole;
My mother was ashes to dust
over a year ago.
All day I feel her aura around me;
when sleepís ocean pillows me
she strokes my head, and whispers
"Donít fret Ö Iím better now" --
then kissed my cheek Ė "Goodnight."
Comments on this poem/writing:
|Catyrose (22.214.171.124) -- Wednesday, February 21 2007, 03:17 am|
This one released alot of pent up emotion and tears. Thanks for sharing. Your poems are so lovely and touch the heart and soul of the reader.
|Becky (126.96.36.199) -- Wednesday, February 21 2007, 03:32 am|
This One and "The Old Armchair" were both moving poems.. They reminded me of similar feelings I had after my father's passing. I think lots of people miss the message of dreams such as this. A peaceful closure to a darkness that lingers in our hearts from the loss, letting us know it is okay to move on.. Great write Cap. I really enjoyed both the poems greatly
|barb (188.8.131.52) -- Wednesday, February 21 2007, 04:20 am|
I know you are hurting. but keep sharing your pain with words like this.
|Capricorn (184.108.40.206) -- Wednesday, February 21 2007, 09:31 am|
I think I always write better when its from my own experience.
|Capricorn (220.127.116.11) -- Wednesday, February 21 2007, 09:36 am|
I haven't written much since Mum passed away, but I know there's a lot inside ready to come out. The dream I had was so real as was the feeling of my mother's presence the following day. I am glad I've managed to convey that feeling. Glad you enjoyed reading.
|Capricorn (18.104.22.168) -- Wednesday, February 21 2007, 09:37 am|
Yes -- I'll keep writing whenever the words come to me.
|Robert (22.214.171.124) -- Thursday, February 22 2007, 08:41 pm|
Time does heal all...but it does take time..and that varies...great writing..thanks for sharing.
|Capricorn (126.96.36.199) -- Friday, February 23 2007, 12:14 am|
Thanks for your thoughts. I think writing is all part of the healing process too.
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