I lost my mother-a sad poem
I wrote this poem, because I lost my mother to cancer nearly a year ago, and I am only now beginning to feel easier about her death. She suffered for a long time, and sometimes it was hard for us to understand her suffering. Sometimes it was hard for us to see her side. Sometimes it was just hard. I know she is finally at peace, but I still miss her.
A poem tells some of the things you are felling, but it doesn't help with the pain. Only time can do that.
Maggie's final trip
I looked into the eyes of fear today. I saw the fright as plain as day.
The world was ending for her soon. She felt the coming of her own doom.
I did my best to comfort and sooth. I tried to tell her it would end soon.
I hoped in my heart her pain would ease. I held her hand and spoke of peace.
Soon, I knew she would leave my side. Soon, I knew she’d be on her long ride.
I didn’t want to say goodbye. I didn’t want to break the tie.
But there the fates had taken over. She soon would rest beneath the clover.
I tried to hold back my saddened tears. I tried to hide my own true fears.
Then she smiled up at me, “It’s wonderful, can’t you see?”
She no longer saw my face. She was in another place.
The monitors buzzed and beeped their warning. But it was too late, and I was in mourning.
Weepiing tears of salt and water. They fall down the cheek and land on your clothes. But are they doing anything to help? Sometimes they are the only thing that does help.
What can I say...
I am not the greatest writer or poet in the world, I already know that. But I thought I would give it a try. Sometimes poems and stores don't come from circumstances, in fact most times they come from the heart. Each word, each line, every moment has its place in the heart of the writer. It may not be real, but it is still there.
Time and practice will help me gain a better understanding of writing. Then, perhaps one day, I might actually find that I am a true writer. Until then, I will continue to do my best with everything I try,
© 2012 Cheryl Simonds