“My Mother, My Self”
Some times the grieving
goes on for years
before the last goodbye.
The daily loss of life and living
one less capability and memory
little sense or truth
yet love continued to shine
in, through, beyond.
Hugging my Mama & Daddy!
I was almost too tired,
worn and depleted to see it.
But then gratitude would
wash over me and clean
me inside and out
and I would give thanks
for one more hour with Mother.
She has been gone from
this life, this earth and street
four years ago today.
Here’s God’s honest truth;
I rarely miss her
A lady always carries a good handbag.
(and I have been known to miss anything from the sound
of the children chewing to egg nog lattes)
mostly, because she never left
at all.
When I do miss her is is a fresh keening,
an irrepressible new grief all over again.
Mother’s life force
her chi
her heart
her fierce devotion
The joy of Mother remains in my heart.
to God and family
her arched brow
her kindness
and her deep love for me
SHOT INTO ME,
a final electric blessing
of the ages
Then she drew her last breath.
We were joined
in death
in a way
that makes
life laugh.
Because life knows
there is no death.
No. Not ever.
Dear Eva, I loved your mothers poem. It is precious! Thanks for the reminder. I loved her very much and always thought she was a beautiful woman inside and out! She always made me feel special when growing upp; no matter how much I felt like an ugly duckling by the time she finished talking I walked away feeling treasured! I loved being called “tiny” by her. Sweet memories! God bless you as you walked thru many memories. Yes, she deeply loved YOU!
Renee
Dearest Renee, thank you for sharing your memories of Mother. What a treasure we have in our family! Love you, xoxo