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Mothers Do Not Ever Really Heal

Updated on December 10, 2012

The loss of a Child

I travel daily, twix the poles,

between the shadow and the light

between the loss I know today,

and days when all was right

I journey back to memories

and this day I have at hand

I share my life with yesterday

and a place called shadowland.

I do not choose the hour

when pilgrimage unfolds

the sudden trips to yesterday

or dreams I can not hold

I can not find the promises

needed to weave my plan

My fabric has lost its color

for the pale of shadowland

My soul retreats in safety

between the shadow and the light

from the mounting pain of day

and too many sleepless nights

the questions swirl, they rise and fall

and answers are like sand

there is neither wake nor sleep

in the place called shadowland

I am but a traveler

twix the poles that cradle loss

a mother torn from child

and dreams nailed to a cross

tears are the only answer

to questions that have no why

"Where are you God are you here

and do you hear my cry?"

He lifts me from confusion

and the ever sifting sand

"I come each day, to bring you home

from the place called shadowland."


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      arb 5 years ago from oregon

      I trust it will find the heart which is in need of it.

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      pearlmacb 5 years ago from Switzerland

      WOW ARB this is a touching poem, well written!!! There are countless women that can relate to this loss, which you have expressed so powerfully. I`m certain this poem will make a great addition to Emeraldpoetry!

      Thankyou once again ARB- May God bless you 10fold for investing your gift to make a difference! :)

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      arb 5 years ago from oregon

      Tears clean the window through which the heart must see. Then when we have the good fortune to laugh we remember, It is the crying that makes the laughing so damn special. Be well Rosemary and thank you for brightening my day!

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      Rosemary Sadler 5 years ago from Hawkes Bay - NewZealand

      Beautiful and tender. You made me smile today, and made me feel worthy today and now you bring a tear,

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      Lone Ranger 5 years ago

      Damn, Arb, thought I was going to read something humorous and next thing you know my eyes were misting over. I'm usually not one for poetry, but this was very, very touching. Beautiful and sad all at the same time.

      Best wishes and be well - L.R.

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      Nellieanna Hay 6 years ago from TEXAS

      Oh my.

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      ahorseback 6 years ago

      Arb , Beautiful!!!

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      Tim 7 years ago

      Sweet Sweet Bitter Sweet you and I have traveled in this land though I could never have spoken of it as well as you have.

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      arb 7 years ago from oregon

      Your words are sweet and reveal the heart from which they come! Thank you for reading.

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      QudsiaP1 7 years ago

      Beautifully written.

      Your words are like a canvas that allows all to paint a canvas, each of their memories. Bravo.