Open Poetry #15 |
Handed Down? Perhaps Not All---a pondering |
VAS Member Rara Avis
since 2000-11-16
Posts 7450Oregon |
Handed Down? Perhaps Not All so much in contrast to my mother, am I, in that, while she enjoyed the memory, of a happening, much more greatly than the journey, and I, though I love having wondrous memories, do so much pine, for the journey to linger before it drifts into memory could it be because all of my journeys seem to have been cut short or is that just the nature of time and its going my marriage once was almost half a lifetime now is shrinking to less than a third my daughter grew through childhood in a twinkling and enjoying my mother was much less than absurd now I’m old by many standards though I’ve thoughts so young, naive, inane; this journey’s in its downward spiral yet somehow seems it’s just begun. memories so numerous they’re clouded surely more have come and gone than what can be ahead in promise and how quickly might that journey’s end go will there be time for memories to hold for all the life my mother lived seemed all naught when she had to go © August 23, 2001 I don't think I've really said what I had thought I'd come to in the end of this. It is to close with the extreme finality of my mother's death. It was like all the things we'd chanced to do now only made a difference to me...that for her, there were no more memories to be cherished, no more opportunity to relish what she'd experienced. The most important part of a journey for her, was recalling it rather than doing it and now, she could do neither. |
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Cpat Hair
since 2001-06-05
Posts 11793 |
VAS... the joys were in the living it...and the recalling it was all a part of that. The final ending may or may not be death...and what she does now enjoy or not we do not truly know. I would only say... we do not know, but your faith gives you an answer... and if I remember from my childhood.it is in the moments we question that we are to turn to him and look for the answers.... we may find the answer is for us to accept we do not know and move on, letting the sadness and the grief we feel be caried by someone stronger than we are... |
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rwood Member Elite
since 2000-02-29
Posts 3793Tennessee |
Vas, this is deeply moving. I'm sorry for not having any answers. My mother seems to be the same of which you write. I get angry sometimes, for others take her for granted and I push for her to take moments for herself. But who am I to assume she is not exactly where she wants to be. I think I just wish more for her, in that she gave me so much. And sometimes I naively believe that she couldn't be so simply happy watching others in their triumphs. Your poem shows me that in the wanting, the memory still lingers as a need. We will never stop needing our mothers. As I believe we might be living the journey for them, and they proudly and happily look on. Peace and prayers to you. Sincerely, Regina |
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Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
It's less than a year since my mom died, and though we were never close, we did have many shared memories. Our perception of those memories was usually as different as night and day, yet neither time nor distance can erase the fact that we shared some moments in time together on this planet. The bond will always remain, even when the glue is like the glue on a sticky note. Does that make any sense to you? |
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nakdthoughts Member Laureate
since 2000-10-29
Posts 19200Between the Lines |
while she enjoyed the memory, of a happening, much more greatly than the journey, and I, though I love having wondrous memories, do so much pine, for the journey to linger before it drifts into memory beautiful thoughts...loved them ~Wynter |
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kaile
since 2000-02-06
Posts 5146singapore |
i think i too am in constant doubt as to how my life is evolving..i had similar sentiments but i didnt have the words..thank you for this |
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