Taken From us, She was Far Too Young ( prose)
Life without her
Taken from us, she was far too young,
Bewildered children and a broken man,
Wondering why she was taken from us,
Far too young.
The broken man pretended.....
Appeared solid, strong, and brave.
The children, still bewildered, tried to deal
in his or her own way..
For my part, being 10 years old,
I felt the hole was vast..
Enormous, gaping cavern in each room
of our once happy home.
I felt I had stand so flat!! Flat against the wall,
and carefully edge my way around,
lest into the hole I´d fall.
My brain could see this gaping hole,
Yet also it could reason,
The hole of course, was the empty space,
where mum had filled each season,
Taken from us , far too young,
Now seasons all are the same.
Winter!!!. Dark and lonely nights,
No Spring, No Fall, No Summer.
We found it hard.... all of us ,
to live without our mother.
Taken from HIM, far too young,
Our gentle, patient daddy..
So hard for him and oh! I loved him so,
Daddyy´girl I was for sure, but that was not enough.
None of us, even all together
Could ever be enough...
The gaping hole without her.,
The hole could not be filled or covered,
The rooms all seemed so hollow,
How could it be filled with anything?
That beautiful woman, her beautiful voice,
singing the songs of the day.
Crystal clear voice, singing songs of her choice,
Carousel., South Pacific, Oklahoma too.
She´d sing the songs from all these films
and fill the air at home with grace.
Now I never see her face,
Taken from us far too young,
We never have recovered.
No one does our daddy said, but life goes on
and it´s worse for others.!!
We mustn't moan, for now , dear mum was out of pain.
No longer would she have to visit, back and forth to hospitals.
No longer would we find her in her Doris Day pyjamas
Lying back on pillows, complexion like a ghost.
Others suffer too and more, our daddy always told us.
I thought he must have got it wrong....Worse..
Than having no mum to hold us ??
But dad as right as always.
We mustn't cry too much, he said, we´d be crying for ourselves,
When mum was now so free of pain and safe with God in Heaven.
I wasn't very pleased with God.!
He had everything in Heaven.!
Angels, Saints and so much more...
He didn't need our mum.!
Taken from us far too young.
I found it hard to understand how dad
never lost his faith..
He didn´t live to be so old, At 67 years
He passed, still believing he was heading for the Pearly Gates.
(If God had wanted us up there, Why´d He put us here
in the first place.?)
Earth so wondrous, (though some do spoil it)
Our earth itself´s amazing.!
I want to live on planet earth, not float around in Heaven.
I´m not an angel. I´m flesh and blood.
I don´t belong in Heaven.
Neither does my dad.
Neither does my mum,
Taken from us far too young.
I love you mum . I know I was little but
still I have my memories.
Your gorgeous voice , Your eyes that flashed,
Whenever I was naughty.
The smell of perfume , you dressed up
looking like a film star.
And yes, it´s true I remember you,
so ill, so sad , I understand, that
dad was only helping.
Helping us to think of you with no more pain.,
´cos you´´d had plenty..
Rest in Peace , My beautiful mum.
All this time since ´61
(dedicated to mum 1929 .....1961)
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