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The Legacy

Updated on October 21, 2011

Her voice of guilt comes on breezes blown through windows

I have not the strength to close

I stuff fingers in my ears to block the mocking sound

Yet she, unrelenting, follows there, always knowing where I can be found

On golden days with sunshine glowing when all the world seems right

She bothers not to cease this torment, only whispers to her delight

Lies, untruths, accusing blame for all she never had

It’s not my fault her life was less, not my fault she was always sad

I stand here now above her grave an offering of flowers as a way to say

I wish her peace and hope she rests, perhaps has found her way

To a place where her empty heart can heal, that she has found far better days

I turn away, but she calls me back still determined to blame another

For a life unfulfilled and the not good enough headstone upon which is written

Only a solitary word ….



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  • DeBorrah K. Ogans profile image

    DeBorrah K Ogans 6 years ago

    Poohgranma, This poem is profound and wonderfully expressed! It also speaks volumes... Thank you for sharing, In HIS Love, Grace, Joy, Peace & Blessings! God Bless both of you!

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    mythicalstorm273 6 years ago

    This was very touching and beautiful. No matter what the situation is I think on some level every person should be able to relate to this poem. In a way it reminds me of a guardian angel. Somebody speaking to you, whether you want them to or not, and trying to guide you. Of course that is the bright side that you inspired in me. What can I say I try to look on the best side of everything! Of course what you wrote here is much more sad and painful. If the ability exists though, trying to see the happy side might help with even the saddest moments. That is the way I try to live my life. Once again very beautiful poem!

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    Poohgranma 6 years ago from On the edge

    Thank you stars, it is always good to see you.

    Genna - Yes, a mother's guilt can be a very strong influence and a habit that can be passed along for generations if we are not very aware and careful. Thanks so much for reading and your lovely comment.

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    Genna East 6 years ago from Massachusetts, USA

    Mother’s guilt; you have captured it here so well, Pooh. It echoes beyond the final resting place to haunt us sometimes. Your grace and gift of love and understanding in remembrance are gifts that she will know…I truly believe this. Beautifully done, Pooh! :-)

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    stars439 6 years ago from Louisiana, The Magnolia and Pelican State.

    Beautiful, and heartfelt poem. Thank you for sharing it.

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    Jeremiah Walton 6 years ago from New England

    Very sad and heart felt. A good poem and a good way for remembering her

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    Brenda Barnes 6 years ago from America-Broken But Still Beautiful

    Guilt is a terrible burden to be placed on a child's heart. And this poem speaks truly that it can last a lifetime and seem unending. It is comforting to know my mother is in a place where she sees and understands now and I need not feel guilt or remorse. I look forward to a future on the other side with her. Bless you Poohgranma.

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    mckbirdbks 6 years ago from Emerald Wells, Just off the crossroads,Texas

    Number 100, first let me say congratulations. Your work here is stirring. An echo seems to ripple through them. Words that were cast away only to return again and again.

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    HattieMattieMae 6 years ago from Limburg, Netherlands

    aww...yes may mother r.i.p.