A Mother's Passing

Simple words on the passing and mourning process of a mother. 4th anniversary, on 9th April, of mum toodling off to get some well deserved pain free peace.

Wash every face with mournful tears
let solemn silence fill all ears,
have time stand still to mark the day
a mother died, passed away.

Draw a veil across the sun
inform the birds no song be sung,
bow down all heads in silent prayer
for she is gone, no longer there.

Let choirs of angels sing their love
and carry high her soul above,
then cherubs tend and for her care
until the time to join her there.

Dry every face of mournful tears
may celebration fill all ears,
remove the world from mute and pause
each broken heart beat out applause.

Unveil the sun tell all birds sing
rejoice in what all mothers bring,
a love unbounded, true and deep
eternally in each heart to keep.

Author's Note

This was read at my own mother's funeral

Reviews

[ANTO]

"let solemn silence fill all ears, .." - class image here - absolute nothingness filling the voids - very apt for this write.

i like the way the whole write swings around this fulcrum
"Let choirs of angels sing their love,
and carry high her soul above,
then cherubs tend and for her care,
until the time to join her there. " - as a fulcrum its quite stunning and clever word arranging too.

The fourth stanza reminded me of the New Orleans style funerals with the jazz bands accompanying - a fine celebratory verse - of a life well lived.
The end stanza brings us back to serene poignancy and allows the reader to carry on but with a new memory in our hearts forever.
Its a very well penned memorial Gee. Really... sound as...
:))

[Gee]

Thanks Anto,nice to get your seal of approval,B...............

[Julie McCarthy (juliesp..]

This is beautiful
I’ve lost both parents
Great writing

[Gee]

I’m sorry to read that. I was raised by Mum so I s’pose I’ll have double heartbreak when she calls it a day. Thank you Julie

[Wild Rose]

So moving
Like the change from sorrow of her passing
To let us celebrate her life with and for us

[Gee]

Thank you written a while ago, luckily my old mum is still alive and kicking

[Wild Rose]

My parents emigrated about 40 years ago - and we never heard from them again

Wife's parents are now gone. But are still with us in our memories; photos and items they have left us - Tables & chairs; cups; plates; odds and ends

[θεά]

Deeply personal yet a love so universal. The grief of losing one's mother is incomparable and truly debilitating. If this has been a personal write for you Gee, this could be cathartic. A brave and a humbling write.

[Gee]

Thank you Mallika. This was written when my old mum was seriously ill and expected to pop her clogs. Luckily she eventually pulled through and is still going strong at 82.
Seemed a shame to bin the poem so kept it :)

[θεά ]

Ah thank God! More power to the both of you.

[FJ Davis]

If ever an occasion elicits inconsolable grief and profound melancholy, a mother's passing is certainly it.
Work that eloquently conveys the immeasurable depth of loss.
Heartbreaking read!

[Gee]

Cheers Frank

[ROXANE DORSEY]

Any lose is a great lose thanks for the lovely poem.

[Gee]

Thank you Roxanne

[AYVID N]

God made mothers because he could not personally be every where. A heartfelt tribute to a mother. Indeed, their life is to be celebrated and their memories to be treasured till life ends. Such a great message here. The concluding verse is amazing.

[Gee]

Thanks Divya, loved what you said about mothers and God

[AYVID N]

You are so welcome!

[Annette Pisano-Higley]

Beautiful beyond words Gee. A personal, heart-felt tribute to all mothers filled with deep love and grace. Great form, flow, cadence and rhyme- all perfect. Spans emotions from grief at the loss to rapture at the remembrance of " a love unbounded". Written like a prayer and I will save this to re-read many times. Your own mother must be so proud of you. Kudos!

[Gee]

Thank you Annette. One of the few that took a little while to write. Mum has only ever read a couple as not many know that I chance my hand at this poetry lark.

[Annette Pisano-Higley]

You're welcome. Beautifully done Gee!

[Maxwell Ryder]

My condolences to you and your family, Gee

[Gee]

Hi Maxwell, my mother is alive and kicking. This was written at a time when she was very ill but thankfully pulled through

[Gee]

Thank you.

[Maxwell Ryder]

Oh. Well that's great news. Good writing fools the mind.

[Great Aunt Astri]

This is a wonderful poem celebrating the metaphorical mother, with the mourning of her death, and celebration of her saved soul.. Ah, would it be so for every mother. A lot of mothers die very lonely deaths, and a lot of the younger relatives are just too busy to be bothered! Personally, I am hoping that my death will just be between me and my Beyond.

[Gee]

Thank you. Thankfully my old mum is still alive and kicking although at times only by the skin of her teeth

[Stella Armour]

Beautifully written as a celebration of a mother's life. Not for me tho' mine was a nightmare :(

[Gee]

Sorry to read that. Thanks for the RR