Farewell Dear Mother

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Mother, it's been so very long
Since the sweetness of yours I have known
Your loving arms as sunshine surround

A hand soft in tenderness you used to hold
 

Until the moments now and still
With open eyes and drying tears 

Swept silent beneath the anguish
Are kept, like secrets from ever slipping here
 

It's within the pains I will always find you
When I peer around life's corners, through shadows and I'm anywhere 
A voice inside whispers further inward interprets
 “Your little boy will never disappear"
 

And in the meridian of those lost hours
I laugh myself awake to sour sorrows
Because your ghost it's relentless in its echoes
Which are deep, piercing me like bitter arrows
 

Mother, in Zen I am missing you
But my strength it wanes as hole in heart longs 

Why did you never stop to think
That by your eldest child in your suicide you might be found
 

Now what seems like muddled dreams ago
Still haunts with one mere question “Why?”

And the word I tried to tell you countless times
But, you took away any chance I ever had to bid you farewell and say at the very last "goodbye"

 

Reviews

[KT-B]

So sad Michael and awful that you were the one to find your mother. Another wonderful tribute - hold on to the good memories :)

[Michael G. Smith]

Yeah, very selfish of her to leave five orphans, yet I've learned sometimes pain can be so strong you can lose perspective. One blessing is that the pain from my mother's suicide is what drove to writing poetry in order to temper the turmoil. Thanks for your wonderful comments and insights.

[KT-B]

absolutely when someone is in such despair as to take their own life, i'm sure they do lose all perspective - recently my nephews friend took his own life, apparently he was well loved, had lots of friends, loving family and no-one saw it coming, - we can only pray they are at peace now and have escaped the turmoil they experienced on this earth - I admire your strength for getting through such a difficult time in your life :)

[Mikayla_Stagg]

Tragic and beautiful. Keep writing

[Michael G. Smith]

Yes, tragedy my dear old friend. Believe me I don't miss him.

[just Penny]

The loss is overwhelming, the tragedy inconsolable. Leaves me wondering how anyone can overcome teh enormity of such pain and the legacy left behind for all. The final lines are heart-wrenching. It reads fresh from the heart, beautifully done.

[Michael G. Smith]

My apologies for not responding to your heartfelt comment. Thank much. We in tragedy choose to become victims or find a greater strength. I my friend have choose the latter which is more times harder.

[Matching Socks]

Gosh, this piece is just so moving...

[Michael G. Smith]

Thanks Ana, it comes straight from my heart.

[Matching Socks]

Yes, it shows.

[uNmAsKeD-dEluSiOns]

I really missed reading your writing because of the great emotion you put into it- it's so sincere. Your one of those writers where you can't describe how greatly they touch you and what their words do. You just touch me in amazing away, wonderfully written.

[Michael G. Smith]

Wow! I'm blown away by your comments. Thank you so much. It makes me feel good knowing my words can do that. This is a very personal poem. There will always be a raw place on my heart because of this tragic event.

[uNmAsKeD-dEluSiOns]

Your welcome :) And yes your words have made in a difference in my writing life- very inspiring. And I'm sorry to hear that

[Cassie]

so very sad this is especially the last line.

[Michael G. Smith]

I am always sad when I think of her.

[Emerald Seas]

A beautifully sad poem. I don't think I dwell as a little girl at all, but I understand a great deal of the loss in this write. My mother died 31 years ago to cancer. It was a painful quick ending as she hadn't been diagnosed for but a few weeks - and although terribly sad and lost for a bit since I was young, I am grateful that she did not suffer long.
Well penned, my friend!

[Michael G. Smith]

Thanks, my mother committed suicide when I was 15 and dad died from leukemia the next.

[Emerald Seas]

We have similar time tables. I was 14 when my mother died of cancer, 17 when my dad died from his diabetes. Changed my entire I direction in life - for the better. I'd like to think my mother's cancer saved her... She (and all of us kids) had a very hard life. My father... Well, good riddance. I can say I have forgiven so as to not have my childhood weigh on my heart,but never forgotten...

[Michael G. Smith]

Wow, I was the oldest of five. I let the loss take me deeper into my abyss. It wasnt until I got married and had kids that I start living for something other than myself.

[Emerald Seas]

Youngest of seven. I moved out a year after my mom died and never looked back. My brothers and I get along great and all that are still living are successful, well adjusted, and refuse to allow the past to define us. I found my way very quickly, yet I know many in similar circumstances are not so lucky or as strong... all depends on how you look at it. I had luck, strength, and found my faith. I have a fabulous life and thankful everyday :)

[Michael G. Smith]

Amen, sister.

[Azure Montessa (Blue)]

"But, you took away any chance I ever had to bid you farewell and say my very last goodbye"

*Teary-eyed* I guess that says enough, Mike? :D

[Michael G. Smith]

I see the stains on my screen. Thanks.

[Azure Montessa (Blue)]

Haha yeah, Mike!! :)

[SquinklaPsyOps]

Beautifully conceived and rendered with skillful honest phrasing. Your message transcends the boundaries of ordinary.

By telling us you didnt say goodbye, she knows she can count on her son to keep her spirit alive.

[Michael G. Smith]

Good point, I never thought of that. I knew I befriended you for a reason.