A Mother's Love ⁓ (after death)

English [Shakespearean] Sonnet

Author's Note

⟢ IN HOMAGE TO AND CELEBRATION OF MY MOTHER'S 14TH YEAR IN HEAVEN ⟣
I wrote this just after my mother's passing and read it at her funeral service.
In truth, I grew-up without a father and my mother was terribly abusive,
until I finally left home at sixteen and signed aboard the U.S. Navy
for four-years. Who knows what fate might’ve otherwise held.
Still, in her offbeat ways, she must surely have loved me.
Yet, this poem expresses how I felt about my mother,
not however her feelings might've been about me.
Ah! But, as the olde folks say, "C'est la vie!"
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Artwork by "Pael" -- courtesy of Pinterest.
Acrylic on canvas, palette-knife 'n brush.

Please, feel free to critique this piece with your usual honest candor. 🍃

Reviews

[barleygirl]

This might be the most self-revealing authors note I've seen from you -- thank you for sharing & for trusting your heart into the care of your readers. I love your poem, especially V3 where you show us an example of what it looks like to see the best in another person, despite the worst that this person might've shown us (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[Richard🖌]

With your gentle words, Dear Margie,

You've truly touched my heart in a way few rarely have or dare to do … this requires a bit of "letting go", too, let's say.
True, my Author's Note speaks so much in an honest, open manner, and who better to thrust than those kindred spirits whom I believe will best understand and relate with like depth of spirit, feelings, and emotion … like You 🍂

Thank you ever-so warmly, Margie ⁓ Richard🍃

[Susan 🦋]

Love will always prevail. This speaks strongly of the ability to love reagardless of situations, the strength of the human spirit to forgive, over-come and to hold unto the hope that one day, the past will be washed clean.

[Richard🖌]

Such a sincerely thoughtful analogy, Susan.
Yet, not even God can change the past. As you know, whatever we overcome and come to terms with is up to us … of course, a heathy dose of prayer never hurts. : )

Thank you for reading and commenting! ⁓ Richard 🍃

[Susan 🦋]

In Heaven...washed clean all past hurts. forever.

[Coyote Poetry]

A wonderful poem shared my friend. The women, who loved us. The women who molded us to become good men. Are a part of us. Thank you Richard for sharing the amazing poetry and your thoughts.
Coyote

[Richard🖌]

Hey, Brother John! : )
It is so very nice to see you on this stormy Thursday morn … you gift a bright spot to my heart.
Always, your words strike a cord of understanding and appreciation for my humble efforts.

You're a truly generous and thoughtful friend.
The thanks is yours, twice returned … blessings! ⁓ Richard 🍃

[Coyote Poetry]

Hello Richard and you are welcome my friend.

[Linda Marie Van Tassell]

I've written many poems over the years about my mother and father, the impact of both a shadow that follows everywhere. As I'm sure you know, my father committed suicide when I was four; and I have no memories of him. My mother was a narcissist who simply didn't know how to love was abusive, neglectful, and dysfunction beyond repair. She died on October 26, 2009. There seems to be so much in common between you and I, and I can feel the tears. Most of all, I know that child within that always seeks a mother's love, no matter how unloving she may be. I know the hopeful heart that is crushed by the finality of death and the never-have-been that never-will-be. I love the image that you chose to go with your poem. It speaks of reality for the loved and the dream for those who wish they were.

[Richard🖌]

True, Linda Marie,
I've read literally all your posted poetry here and elsewhere concerning you and your parents/mother.
And, yes, we've shared your formative years in rather deep detail, sad as this was for me to hear (knowing my own); for, as you say, "so common between you and I" … ironically parallel as it is.
Forlorn tears are something You and I know all too well and of such wonders so much better. : )
It's sad You and I will never know a mother's love.

I guess we'll always feel unloved in a deeply abiding way.
Thank you ever-so gratefully for sharing this one with me, Linda Marie ⁓ With love, Richard 🍃

[Linda Marie Van Tassell]

"Deeply Abiding Way" … such poignant words that would be beautifully written in verse.

[Richard🖌]

Could be I've that poem in me, or You, perhaps?
Surely, of a more sublime nature.

[Richard🖌]

I'll drop by to see you soon. : )

[Linda Marie Van Tassell]

Perhaps :-)

[Richard🖌]

Well,
We've done as much before, eh? ✍

[Linda Marie Van Tassell]

Yeah! 😀. It wore me out and put me in traction for over two years! 😏

[Richard🖌]

" G r i n ! "

[kitty]

A poignant tale you tell dear Bard for tis ten years since Ma has left my side. Last hours with her I do recall, for on that smiling face of hers one pearly tear did fall: her tender loving care of me I lovingly recall. I did my best for though the times were rough she gently saw us through. There were those happy days I do recall when drenched in rain, I see the thrill of it all! Thank you for the 'recall' of this valuable and precious memory. (Even at 2.45AM)

[Richard🖌]

Beautifully spake, Dear Lady Poet 🍂
Your review, to wondrously rival the poem for which it embellished with such sweet eloquence.

Thank you, Lady Kitty … with a tender hug! ⁓ Richard 🍃

[kitty]

A tender hug ~ the human touch ~ is warm and comforting at all times! Thank you kind sir!