Mammy

A thought for my own Mother, now passed, disease and cancer never fails to punch us in the stomach.

It is said often and without losing feeling,

that Mothers make no excuse about leaving,

Where minds are as one in siblings hearts,

take solace in those that care but time departs,

Sickness is forever and enemy of bonds held near,

and there is the siren to take our thoughts unclear,

Breaking of bones would be easy if not for her,

as we say over and over one more moment per,

A fellow waits in slumber to seek the living wife,

may she rest is bellowed from bells in pure strife,

Take notice of smiles as they will not shine for long,

ah Mammy where are those quips now almost song,

Brave is the child who holds all in thier lap,

never showing the hurt as he lays for a nap,

Glass houses are all around and stones have been picked,

No shield anymore so toughen and take the licked,

Goodbye gentle soul may you come back and be fine,

doubt it though as the box hurries forward made in pine.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Dear Thomas. Powerful and honest words shared.
"Glass houses are all around and stones have been picked,
No shield anymore so toughen and take the licked,"
The above lines were my favorite. Had the feel of the old man logic. Thank you for sharing the outstanding poetry.
Coyote

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

Thank you CP, much appreciated my friend.

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome dear Thomas.

[gram linski]

lost my mum many a year ago the same way, Thomas, and you never forget, tender poem,

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

Thank you.

[Leviari]

grief is turned into devotion, longing and affection in this beautiful piece. The last two lines took my breath away. Sorry for your loss

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

Thank you.

[danielle.]

Losing parents is a fate that awaits us all, yet it is unfathomable until the time comes. I am sad for you, for us all, but also grateful to have learned the love of a wonderful mother. Thank you for the reminder xo

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

Thank you.

[Gee]

Tis the sorest grief losing mum. My own will be one year passed on 09/04/2020.
Your words strike deep within the heart Thomas.
Very well written( as always)

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

Indeed, painful isn't the word really, my Mam was a year gone in Feb this year.

[Gee]

So sorry for your loss. Time the great healer seems to drag its heels..

[jacob erin-cilberto]

the box may hurry forward in pine...great line by the way...
but her memory sits on the edge of my bed asking me if i am okay, just like she used to when she was alive.
I wasn't there...but i was told she would wake up every so often, open her eyes and silently look around.
I just imagine her final thoughts....
her last two years, so painful...she found peace...
this poem helps any of us understand better and cope with our own loss.
thank you for that.
j.

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

Thank you Jacob.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

you are welcome...and your poem inspired my own "mother" poem as i reacted to what you wrote.
Will post soon.
reminded me of the conflict with my sibling...especially the weekend of my mother's funeral.
so unfortunate, when we should have been bonding in our grief.

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

Indeed, it can be a time where bridges are burnt and never installed again.