Dear Mom By: J.L. Jacobs © 2015

This is a poem dedicated to my mom who passed away so suddenly at the age of 59 from a pulmonary embolism on Saturday, September 26, 2015.

Dear Mom,

Nothing could ever have prepared me, for the moment when you died. I tried to put on a brave face, even though I felt so lost inside. The second I had learned of your death, my heart was torn in two. One side is filled with such heartache, while the other is missing you. 

I often lie awake at night, once the kids are fast asleep. I take a stroll down memory lane, as tears fall down my cheeks. Remembering you is so easy, I do it a many times a day. But missing you is such misery, and it may never go away.

Why did God have to take you? Why your death he could not stall? I pray that he returns you, and give you back to us all. There's no answers to my questions, these one I always ask. There only remains this silence, of these things I cannot grasp. 

So please watch down over me, and help me find a way. To help ease just some of this grief, that I'm feeling everyday. I love you so much Mom, of this you must surely know. I only wish I could have told you once more, before it was your time to go. 

Reviews

[r. f. jordan]

Dear JL,

First, and foremost, i offer you my deep condolences on the loss of your mother. i, too, have experienced loss. One thing i found in my own grief was that, as time began to pass, the pain became worse before improving. Especially in cases of sudden death, shock often numbs those left behind. Over time that shock usually wears off, and the absolute permanence of the loss sets in. That is some of what your beautiful poem seems to be struggling with. Despite the obvious pain within the poem, and the experience, the poem itself is still beautifully expressed. Part of the poem's beauty is the apparent desire to persevere, something i believe all people experience as they endure different types of pain at different moments in their lives. As i read this piece, the most riveting and poignant expression of creativity was "There only remains this silence, of these things I cannot grasp." i come away from this piece with a hope that your apparent spiritual faith will assist in your healing, and your ability to utilize your pain as a way to empathize with others who go through similar experiences further down their journeys. To me, that is always the silver lining of my pain, (that i try to remember even as i'm feeling it,) it always raises my ability to experience a deeper compassion for all of those spirits i'm blessed to come across. it reads to me that your mom was an outstanding woman, and that she helped you to become an outstanding woman as well. Thank you for sharing your obvious talent, with such courage, on this site.

[Alfred Kukitz]

Sorry for your loss JL. I know you will miss her but she is always there with you.

Regards,
Al

[Coyote Poetry]

I do understand this poem.
"I only wish I could have told you once more, before it was your time to go. "
I have the same wish for people lost too soon. We learn the value of time with the lost of dear family members. Thank you for sharing the powerful poetry.
Coyote