For My Mother

The awful pains

that she sustains

concern me so

and frighten me-

how can she live that way

with constant torment

sent from where

I do not know.

 

I wonder how

to lighten her load

and bring about some brightness

in this woman's life

who birthed me righteously

from her womb.

 

And now suffers much

at least very often

with so many afflictions

now I have lost count

and know not how to stop them.

 

The doctors give her pills

remedies and therapies

to lighten the illnesses away

Yet, they seem not to touch

the atrocities

that set upon the aging.

 

And young in age

still is she

what brought this on

how can this be

what shall I do

to bring her peace and tranquility?

 

Perhaps our love

our family

our well wishes

are enough

If I knew how

I'd pass a bough,

a cure

to bleed all the pain away.

 

Instead, we smile

and laugh

celebrating every holiday

secretly praying

to lighten her pain

and chase away these evil things

that have plagued her body.

 

One wish upon a star

may do the trick

I suppose

to grant her strength

and take away the strains

that hurt her so immensely.

 

Or a magic spell

perhaps

could release her from her binds

and set her free

to live like me

young, once more.

 

 

Reviews

[Emily Rose]

A very sad sentiment - it's hard to watch the people that we love suffer; we do almost anything to take away their pain. You express this idea well in your writing. I will say, however, that the line breaks seem a bit random. The poem would have a much smoother feel if you evened it out a little, lengthening some of your lines and taking great care where you break them. Perhaps you wanted a more fragmented feeling, though.

Well done.

[robin]

your youth was never found
you never lost it
or dropped it
the folly in life
is for all to be
what we want
and hope
or fear to see
are but fabric
tearing unravelling endlessly
your age was never lost
your vision sees and hearing listens
and blisters fall equally to
us under the Sun
the Ocean brings us to her wisdom
and to her we return the breathless dust
in a faithful procession
of our love and it's progeny
born again

you're a heart breaker
with timeless spirit,
Robin

[Arthur Henn]

Somewhere, someplace there's a heart
That lives within another
Somewhere, another time another place
These two hearts will meet
Holding on to each others hearts
She, your Mother
Will be glad, she gave birth to a child
A child of such a warm loving heart

A heart that will one day love her back
This is that day, she knows your heart
As she continues to love you
Even more today than yesterday
Proud of the woman you've become.

Art.
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Nice poem, showing the love you have for your mom Sid

Thank You for sharing.