A Mother's Tears

This poem was composed for the “Flash Tales” prompt, for the week of 26-31 August 2019, moderated by Toni Keif, in WE PAW Bloggers group on Facebook. The prompt: 500 words or less and the #writingprompt is “Standing on the shore of the Salish Sea.”

Her eyes brimming with tears
from a heart broken for years
The final pain sealing her fears
Of his tragic end alone

Bent by age, crushed by woes
Recalling his sweet button nose
of twid’ling his sweet little toes
potentiality prone

Silvered hair, wrinkled face
In his life, she had no space
Hope now lost of finding a place
Never again coming home

A shining son dimmed, lost
Only son shed by cru-el cost
Into the wide sea of death crossed
He found no meaning owned

Ash tipped from golden urn
In the Salish Sea now churn
With salty tears her cheeks burn
A mother’s tears sown

Bent by age, crushed by woes
Mother’s love lost to fame’s woes
Bent by age, crushed by woes
Mother turns, heads home alone

30 August 2019, by D. Denise Dianaty

Eamonn Doyle’s “Shapeshifter” from his series titled “K”

Reviews

[John the Baptist]

This is a beautifully rhymed piece that tells a tragic story. Although no specifics are given, we are given a picture of an aged woman who has lost her son. We cannot tell what happened to the son, only that he died and "found no meaning owned." The implication is that his too short life was also a difficult one. He died alone. Now she goes home, probably to do the same.

[MomzillaNC]

Thank you.

The son, who made no time for his mother, found fortune and fame, but no meaning in his life. The poem was inspired by someone else's short story about the son's shade "standing on the shore of the Salish Sea."

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

There is no greater tragedy then a child passing aw so young. this is a vey powerful poem.

[MomzillaNC]

Thanks so much. Did you see my newest poem, "The Trauma Hours"

[barleygirl]

I've seen many lives torn like this & you show with strong melancholy how it must feel to lose a son that was actually lost a long time ago. Well-crafted sea-themed imagery to show instead of telling about how howling this feels. No matter at what age or how long a child is gone/lost to a mother, she still mourns intensely just like you say (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[MomzillaNC]

Thank you. It is a repeating trope in our society. We always look for the perspective of the person who takes their own lives. We humans have a need to understand that. But, along the way, I think we forget the people who were victims of that suicide… the families, children, friends -- and yes, the mothers too. Suicide is the end for the person who kills themselves; it's a forever specter in the lives of everyone who knew that person.