Open Poetry #7 |
Mother's Gone |
John Yaws Senior Member
since 1999-10-09
Posts 860Texas |
Sentimental journeys- Serve a purpose I suppose… Retaining thoughts of Mothers- In poetry and prose. But holidays are dreary- If they must be spent alone. Tomorrow’s just another day… For, friend, my Mother’s gone. There were times when I was younger That we used to laugh and play… But I watched the years and drinking Take all her joy away. That hope which springs eternal- For my Mother slowly died… It may have slowly leaked away… In the many tears she cried. Eighth of August, Eighty-eight, Was when the phone call came… The ninth of August was the day- We buried her in shame. I’ll buy no flowers for her grave- Nor will I weep and moan… Miss her? Why! of course I do. But, friend; my Mother’s gone. |
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Denise
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-08-22
Posts 22648 |
It's a sad thing when we lose the ones we love to death, be it suddenly or slowly over time. My Mom died July 28, 1969, a month after I graduated from high school. Life doesn't always seem fair at all. Why do some have to bear burdens so heavy? That's just one question I'll never have an answer for, not in this lifetime anyway...I long ago stopped going to the grave, not that I don't love her and cherish her memory but to me, she's not there in the earth, her essence, the soul of her that made her Mom.....I can totally relate to how you feel. Now I concentrate on my mother-in-law and my daughters on Mother's Day. That's what gets me through the pain, I think. This is a very touching poem, John. Denise |
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JamesMichael Member Empyrean
since 1999-11-16
Posts 33336Kapolei, Hawaii, USA |
A very touching and well written poem gunslinger...I have felt similar feelings on Christmas...when my wife took my 3 boys and left a few days before Christmas and I had no idea where they were and as I looked around me I saw so many happy people enjoying Christmas and for me spending it alone and not knowing where my family was was one of the worst days of my life. James |
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netswan Senior Member
since 2000-03-28
Posts 1369Washington |
Gunslinger -----Sorry 'bout your mom. Well written poem - brings tears to my eyes - this poem brings many thoughts to come out about those that died and those that are still alive. netswan |
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