A Mother's Loss

A Mother's Loss

A Poem by Carol Cashes

The first mother to lose a child...was the first mother.


Didn’t recognize the sound at first

Knew not from where it came

But when I knew it came from me

No words my brain could frame…


This howl a sound as primal as Eve’s

When Abel’s body lay before her

What!  What has happened, Lord,

Who did this?  What evil cur


Has wrecked my child’s body

Has taken his life so soon

Oh! Lord, please tell me

Who played this hateful tune


Oh, no!  It can’t be Cain

Why, he’s my flesh and son

How could he have done this thing

Where is he?  Has he run?


Now I cry out as loud as Eve

With no sight of relief

Who has done this evil thing

And thrown me on this reef


Of agony and heartache

Of pain and loss of hope

No washing of this blood

Can come from any soap


I only cry and moan for now

With no thought of tomorrow

For my child who has died this day

I only taste sad sorrow.


Oh!  Mothers who cry aloud

For the loss of one they bore

No words can be of comfort

Their hearts heavy and sore.


“Look to God, it’s in his plan”

I don’t want to hear this now

My plan was to reap his life

Now, can’t sow " there’s no such plow.


Tell me not of God’s grace

Tell me not of peace

This pain cannot be bought so cheap

With words of “Just release”






© 2017 Carol Cashes

Author's Note

Carol Cashes
Still in class Poetry 101. Thought I'd go from guns to the havoc they can bring...A six-year old dead by the hands of car-jackers who shot him multiple times. This news story broke my heart and has stayed with me since the story broke.

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Thank you for pointing me to this, it's an excellent poem, well-crafted & powerfully-stated! It's always good to see how another writer approaches a topic I've recently written about. I love the opening scream, so originally & vividly described. I love trying on a perspective that's far from my own, & your verse helps me step into such tragic shoes much more than my own poem did. Thanks for sharing! (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

Posted 9 Months Ago

Carol Cashes

9 Months Ago

I think you are more perceptive than most, and would refrain from spouting cliches and platitudes th.. read more

9 Months Ago

Many good points . . . especially about listening & not trying to fill up one's discomfort with shal.. read more
Reading your authors note, that's terrible news. I dislike the situation that has enveloped our perfect garden of Eden, turning this lush world into a breathing ground for hurt. I was right there with you through every line, I could feel a mothers pain, an internal hurt, like my heart was in knots. I never really thought until now of what the pain of Eve would be knowing one of her children died and the other was the reason. It's not only the wound it's the salt poured over the wound that stings. You made me realize that be it true or a fairy tale, ever since the fruit was bitten humanity has always had its flaws and strengths. You make me want to go and hug my mama. Thank you

Posted 11 Months Ago

Carol Cashes

9 Months Ago

I hope that you did hug your Mama...this is how she would feel if something should ever happen to yo.. read more
Heart wrenching and it really brought tears in my eyes while I read this. Beautifully written.

Posted 1 Year Ago

Carol Cashes

9 Months Ago

So sorry for being late in reading this...many real life obstacles...
Thank you for reading t.. read more
Najam Us Saher

9 Months Ago

You are welcome.
It's very disturbing to know the problems faced by such innocent children.
A profoundly perceptive piece portraying tragedy beyond measure.
Thou hast said it all--stunningly.
Soul-wrenching read, Carol!

Posted 1 Year Ago

Carol Cashes

1 Year Ago

Thank you so much for reading. As stated in the Author's Note, this news story has stayed in my hea.. read more
Skillful write. Loving the Bible allusions.

Always a great pain to lose a child....the violence seems our burden, sin and what differs us from the heavenly powers. ...

Posted 1 Year Ago

Carol Cashes

1 Year Ago

Thank you for reading. I hope this maybe helped you to put words to some of that blackness you're l.. read more

1 Year Ago

I'm doing quite well atm (why I'm back) but thank you very much for this kind offer.
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I know that sound you’re talking about its raw, primal and as old as time. This struck too close for my comfort. Excellent write.

Posted 1 Year Ago

Carol Cashes

1 Year Ago

I gave you "feelies"? I am honored by such words from such talent as yourself. Thank you for readi.. read more

1 Year Ago

its my pleasure, thank you for sharing your gift
Hi, Carol,
It's only Richard, dropping-in for a visit.
Normally, I'd suggest leaving the message off explaining the poem's essence, leaving it up to the reader's discernment, but if you had on this one, I'd have been consoling it's author.
Here, in the 7.5 million population metropolis of Houston, there are far too many of these kinds of tragedies occurring daily … even one is too many.
I recognized and felt your tender heartbeat and deep, empathetically-caring soul threading through each line and verse, as you swept me with you … I can't begin to imagine how a mother's tears must feel.
For a novice poetess, your word choices, expressions, rhymes, imagery, and emotional tug are all amazingly spot-on.
Syntax could use a touchup here and there to maintain a smooth flow, but you've the bones of a master to build on.

Your beautifully stroked, though ugly meaning verses, certainly touched my core … kudos to a fine poetic effort, Dear Carol; anytime I can help, just tap my shoulder … hugs! ⁓ Richard : )

Posted 1 Year Ago


1 Year Ago

You're more a poet, Carol, than many who would claim to be. : )

Sin tax in Vegas; it .. read more
Carol Cashes

1 Year Ago

I have a poetic soul...sometimes...but I thank you for being generous. Syntax = Rhythm. Sound it o.. read more

1 Year Ago

Yes, you surely can, Carol! ; )
i really like the poem and the analogy to adam and eve, cain and abel...it works so well....we really feel the impassioned agony of the mother...

my only suggestion is to let your poems speak for themselves...rather than describe the meaning in the description part...leave that out and let the readers get what they will get personally from the poems...allows readers to relate in their own way.


Posted 1 Year Ago

Carol Cashes

1 Year Ago

I get it...and will edit accordingly. I think you're right - at the same time, I don't want anyone .. read more
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The authors note is heartbreaking.
I obviously cannot compare a father's love for their child with a mother's, but having invested every living hour of the last 16 years raising a beautiful daughter with my beautiful wife, the thought that one day I might wake up with her gone makes me feel sick to the pit of my stomach.
Would I kill for my child, probably, but then that would be robbing another parent of their child.
Well written, thought provoking Carl

Posted 1 Year Ago

Carol Cashes

1 Year Ago

Of course you can compare a father's love with a mother's. It's no less, just different. The story.. read more
I can tell how heart-felt your poem is. Eloquent words and relevant, meaningful bible references. You are right, no words can heal the loss of a child. No words can comfort the mother. But your poem gives a voice to the victims of gun violence. Thank you for this.

Posted 1 Year Ago

Carol Cashes

1 Year Ago

The first mother who lost a child is also the first mother. I thought only fitting that she be incl.. read more

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Added on June 23, 2017
Last Updated on June 29, 2017
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Carol Cashes
Carol Cashes

Biloxi, MS

I'm very cynical, jaded, just this side of bitter and the only reason I haven't crossed that line is a good man loves me. I am extremely empathetic, but seldom sympathetic. I can be a ferociously lo.. more..


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