Your mother has had a long life. During those years she has gained a wealth of knowledge and fine attributes. As children we don't tend to appreciate the full depth of what we have. It's not until we are about to lose it, until it's gone forever that what we are about to lose fully registers. Being there for your mum at the end, will mean everything to her. As a mother I know that. Heartfelt words, a touching tribute. So sorry for what you are going through Phill. Take good care of you.
Your poem is very beautiful and emotional as well. You wrote everything what one could write about his loving and caring mother. Your mother must have been proud of you.
Death, in whatever fashion, is an unfortunate part of life
It sounds as though your mother lived a meaningful life which makes her loss even more difficult
sad days that even with time, don't seem to go completely away
Your mother has had a long life. During those years she has gained a wealth of knowledge and fine attributes. As children we don't tend to appreciate the full depth of what we have. It's not until we are about to lose it, until it's gone forever that what we are about to lose fully registers. Being there for your mum at the end, will mean everything to her. As a mother I know that. Heartfelt words, a touching tribute. So sorry for what you are going through Phill. Take good care of you.
'An alpha and omega- First breath- To last murmur'
Each every word is beautiful and touching, Phill.
It's everything a son could mention to and for such a darling mother. She'll hear her those words across sweet space, promise you.
I am caught in a time spiral of confusion; that period we all experience between birth and death.
Somewhere inside hides a poet, writer, lyricist and/or whatever, laying dormant and suppressed by s.. more..