MOTHER'S LEAVING

Mom's ninety-one; death has to come
Yet sadness I know still.
But in her space I won't remain
When eyes begin to fill.
I'll show her only happiness
And not the pain inside
By going deep within to where
Fond memories reside.
And when I can't contain my tears
The place that I will go
Is out into our garden where
They'll make her flowers grow.

MOTHER'S DREAM
MOTHER'S GAMES
MOTHER'S HOPE
MOTHER'S MARKET MEMORY
MOTHER'S MEMORIAL BENCH
MOTHER'S SAD ATTACK
MOTHER'S WAR
MOTHER'S WAKE

Comments

[Carolyn Plitz]

It's beautiful! It has made me cry. I know that I am making the same journey with Dad. You really have a way of capturing the emotion and expressing it in words. We are constantly walking the line between joy and extreme sadness.

Thanks!

[elia]

this is a nice poem uncle doug...i'm very sorry to hear of your pain-it is inevitbale i guess...thats what happens when you love somebody. in the same respect thank you for taking care of her-your strength gives her strength-think on the good memories-its the only way to do it.

[Sharon]

Doug,
I so appreciated the poem you wrote...it gripped my heart...made me cry too. Thanks for taking the time in the midst of your dealing with the pain to create memories for all of us. You have a wonderful gift of putting into words what many people feel.
Thankyou!

[Danielle]

Very VERY Sad, But Very VERY Good. Sorry for your loss.

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Thank you for you expression of sympathy. It is however, premature. I wrote this poem at a time I really thought my mother was going to leave me. Mom suffered an attack of shingles which I learned usually kills those afflicted of my mother's age. Immediately after the evidence of shingles disappeared Mom contracted a bladder infection that required two courses of antibiotics that killed her appetite. I had to implore her to eat. Happily Mom recovered and continues to inspire me. Doug.E.Barr

[Wendy (Plitz) Goodall]

Doug. My condolences on the passing of Aunt Rita. It is hard to let go but sometimes it is harder to watch them go thru pain. I took care of Mom for 3 years out here in West Lorne and there isnt a day that goes by that I dont miss her. Your poems are lovely and must bring a lot of satisfaction getting your feelings out. i couldnt make it down for the memorial as I would have liked to see you but I had previous commitments. Take care.
Wendy