In Her Room

thinking of mother

Gentle Spirit of the living God, I did not know I would call your name to come and take her home. My plan was for You to deliver her from this road.

Her pains lead me down this path and to my dismay; I can see the journey's end.

Seventeen days with neither substance nor want. I can honestly say food will never again be a friend. Neither will it bring comfort my way. Iit is a means to an end that now I know can go either way.

Twenty days have now passed with only droplets of water upon her tongue and no morsel more. No rest or comfort from sleep can she find. Her mind will not repose even though her medication is stout and should settle her in peaceful dreams.

With a smile and a song the minutes fly, and together we relive days gone by, to her I read the nighty-first Psalms and lean on my faith all night long.

Day twenty-two and she now only sleeps I fear I will not get my farewell kiss, and so it is on day twenty-three.

Reviews

[SHEEMA HUQ]

this moving poem, is an especially interesting piece because it seems cathartic while the factual content is tenderly yet quite impartially drafted,...i think, only indicating your emotional responses slightly, the final line really brings the pressures of uncertanty to the surface effectively, thanks

[Cherrie]

from start to finish was two months, I stayed with her the whole time and the hardest part was picking up my life like nothing had ever happened.

[SHEEMA HUQ]

Oh, so sorry to hear this, the long healing process must have been challenging no doubt, though all your fonder, lifetime memories are eteral, thankfully, thanks for sharing, kind regards

[jacob erin-cilberto]

wow, this is so sad, so moving...

and like previously stated, suffering the pain of loss while at the same time there is a cathartic feeling to it, also.

jacob

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

THis really touches my heart, I lost my mom six years ago so I can feel the pain you speak of... for me it seems things like the holidays just are not the same since she passed.

[Cherrie]

for me it's whenever I think of a cause to call her

[lee von cleef]

Time paints a souls warm spirit,and you look to the land,look to the setting sun,things I wish I could write to hold your heart,to lift the leaks,to throw a quilt around shoulders draped to warm, to rock to cradle ,words to lift.Day twenty- four ,the waves of grief on a sea,unseen then here they are.Well Done,thank you for sharing.

[Cherrie]

thank you Lee for day 24

[Saleem Little]

Pain is a common thread that ties the human spirits together, I was reminded of that when reading this. This existence is ephemeral...life is eternal; herein lies the reason for hope when it seems hope lets you down. Very gripping poem.

[Cherrie]

most of the time poetry flows for me, but about Mother's last days I never know when those words will come, and thank you

[Saleem Little]

You are very welcome and I pray you find solace whenever sadness arrives. Not only did this poem touch me it reminded me. It reminded me to express my love in it's fullness and forgive, forgive, forgive. So, thank you as well.

[Cherrie]

I must say God's grace kept me those last days, I had no feaqr or sorrow then only a true smile for mother, but nowlittle things sneak up on me and catch me unaware, but that is how it should be. It is neaver easy letting go even when the time is right.