This poem is inspired by a loved one's struggle with the sudden illness and death of their Mother...
In the dusk I say goodbye,
knowing it is forever.
How I hate the forced silence,
the tangled darkness of your end.
Are there any worthy words to utter,
as you gaze away from your pain?
The only words come in images
black and white memories, melting too fast.
In your far-off trance I see you,
my friend, my supporter, my Mom.
You still play peekaboo with my soul,
even as you leave me, grown now, to thrive.
Into nothing I can hear your laugh.
In a time that seems like yesterday
you take the blanket from my tiny head,
"peekaboo" you say with joy.
"Goodnight Mommy", I whisper back
Grant that I may not judge my niegbor until I have walked a mile in his moccasians
Native American prayer