feeding Mother

feeding Mother

A Poem by John Jackson (El Juero)
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what I am experiencing right now.

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she fed me,

 diapered me,

 bathed me.

 labors of love.

 I fed her,

 just today.

 every spoonful,

 an emotion.

 every bite,

 a memory.

 tears on my face

 carry prayers,

 that my children

 will do the same,

  for me...

 

© 2012 John Jackson (El Juero)


Author's Note

John Jackson (El Juero)
This is a transformative experience for me. Some of you understand...

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. i don't have words ... to appreciate you ... you are doing the most beautiful thing that any human being can do for the most significant person in their lives ... this is why life is precious ... this is why our precious ones are precious ... thank you for this post ...

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Wow a very powerful & very emotive work John. My father died at home on 21st June 2012, the day after I fed him his last meal of mashed banana & honey. My father was a magnificent man whom I knew for 54 years 6 months and 11 days. I have not yet felt able to write about him, but when I do, I hope I can write something as powerful as this. All Good Things, Neville

Posted 12 Years Ago


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This was heartbreaking...left me speechless. :-)

Posted 13 Years Ago


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I understand.
My mother is aging.
she divorced my father when i was 9
growing up she warned me that my father may look for me later in life to take care of him but he didn't take care of me...
the irony of life is that i delay having children to cultivate and heal the relationship with her so i can feel ok and want to take care of her when she transforms to another life form...i know i am all she has and i wouldn't be as strong as i am if it wasnt' for her....thank you for sharing this intimate piece.

Posted 13 Years Ago


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An excellent poem about a very difficult situation of looking after the elderly,the paying back of what we received,and the cyclical nature of relationships.Good work.

Posted 13 Years Ago


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God that broke my heart..close to going through the same. I am sure you children will be as good to you as you are to your mother..learn by example and compassion..

Posted 13 Years Ago


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Payback has its rewards too. I'm sure she still remembers feeding you. and your view of life's circles could not be shown clearer

Posted 13 Years Ago


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never forget :) its good what you do

Posted 13 Years Ago


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Your mother is very fortunate to have her son caring for her. It seems a sort of circle of life thing, and I'm sure it's a heavy experience for you.

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. i don't have words ... to appreciate you ... you are doing the most beautiful thing that any human being can do for the most significant person in their lives ... this is why life is precious ... this is why our precious ones are precious ... thank you for this post ...

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John Jackson (El Juero)
John Jackson (El Juero)

Anchorage, AK



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