Spatium

Here’s to strong women. May we know them. May we be them. May we raise them.

Mom’s story

told in her exceptional style

range of emotions

 

Clock marked time

so many questions unanswered

time ran out

 

Recalling her words

in the space between wake and sleep

her obituary comes to mind

 

Sadness fills my core

in darkness tears are not seen

I know she wants me to move on

Reviews

[barleygirl]

One goal in writing is picking words & phrases that deliver a ton of feeling, imagery, whatever . . . this is what you are very good at doing. You barely brush the paint in a little swish & a whole trail of ideas is planted in the reader's mind. V2 is a strong example of this. But the whole poem is, too! Very expressive . . . you vividly show us the matrix of somewhat strangling sensations (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[Kelly Scheppers]

My heart sank in reading this, remembering my own mother's death. We become orphan-like when we lose them. And no matter how old we are, we are like children in letting them go. I am sad to see this didn't garnish any reviews. What a travesty to read something so palpable, just to cast it aside like it were nothing.

Such a beautiful piece, Mary. I'm certain you've made her proud!

[MCS]

Hello Kelly, I'm sorry you've lost your mother too. Its funny you mention the orphan-like feeling, it was a difficult mind set, here I was full grown with children of my own feeling that way. I miss here every day.