Farewell Dear Mother

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Mother, it's been so very long
Since the sweetness of yours I have known
Your loving arms as sunshine surround

A hand soft in tenderness you used to hold
 

Until the moments now and still
With open eyes and drying tears 

Swept silent beneath the anguish
Are kept, like secrets from ever slipping here
 

It's within the pains I will always find you
When I peer around life's corners, through shadows and I'm anywhere 
A voice inside whispers further inward interprets
 “Your little boy will never disappear"
 

And in the meridian of those lost hours
I laugh myself awake to sour sorrows
Because your ghost it's relentless in its echoes
Which are deep, piercing me like bitter arrows
 

Mother, in Zen I am missing you
But my strength it wanes as hole in heart longs 

Why did you never stop to think
That by your eldest child in your suicide you might be found
 

Now what seems like muddled dreams ago
Still haunts with one mere question “Why?”

And the word I tried to tell you countless times
But, you took away any chance I ever had to bid you farewell and say at the very last "goodbye"

 

Reviews

[MOON]

Poignant writing a mothers love and loss all manner of tragedy well written?

[Michael G. Smith]

Thank you moon.

[zainul]

I have found my heartfelt words for my mother in your passionate poem.
I don't know when I can write a piece for my mother who passed away long ago.
Thanks for sharing the precious treasure.

[Michael G. Smith]

Writing has helped allow bit of the pain to surface and evaporate. Thanks.

[zainul]

I appreciate your endeavor,dear poet.
You also helped others like me to show love and respect through your work for the Fountain of Patience and Divine Love.

[Tiffany Boles]

Very deep, I wanted to cry. Goodness gracious... soul and all, that is a spectacular write.

[Michael G. Smith]

I think I empathize with your poetry because I had tragedies with both my parents as a teen. one to suicide whom I found and the other dying from cancer the following year.

[Tiffany Boles]

I'm glad I could help you relate. Oh goodness :(( that's sounds so painful.

[Michael G. Smith]

You either let tragedies turn you into a victim or you grow that much stronger from them. Jesus Christ told us to act and not be acted upon.

[Tiffany Boles]

Words of truth :)

[Rita L. Sev]

It's within the pains I will always find you...

Childhood memories have a way of sneaking up on us one day, and slamming us in the face the next... This is an impressive piece, Mike - you have poured your soul into this, and it shows. Wonderful write, so poignant.

[Michael G. Smith]

Yes, my mother really hurt me which gives me a lot to write about.

[MikeV]

You got my eyes watery with this one
well done, my friend :)

[Michael G. Smith]

Thanks, Mike this was a therapeutic write for me.

[s y e]

This brought tears to my eyes, Mike - a bitter sweet write. Very relatable to many.

[Michael G. Smith]

Thanks Noodlehead. Is there something shorter I can call you like maybe just Noodle?

[s y e]

Anything you like, I have so many names it's unreal, lol.

[Dean]

A bit of excess with the sugar and syrup, but there were elements that I liked. Good to meet you this morning. I'll be back.

[Michael G. Smith]

The sweetness added to define a grown man's love for his long ago passed mother.

[SyberRose]

This is so sad...It brought tears to my eyes as my mother is still living and makes me wonder if I will be there when the time comes...since I don't live near her..three hours away...Nicely penned Mike...Rose

[Michael G. Smith]

Thanks Rose. A mother's calling is on par with the angels.

[Lydia Shutter]

"When I peer around life's corners, through shadows and I'm anywhere
A voice inside whispers further inward interprets
“The little boy will never disappear""

We all revert back to childhood in certain situations. The regret in this one is intense. A poignant beauty of a write. Lydi**

[Michael G. Smith]

Thanks Lydia. I've been told that when tragedy strikes on our youth especially with a mother it is hard for us to grow beyond that point. I've learned to let go through poetry.

[Frieda P]

Sigh, lovely tribute though troubling, regrets and love sit side by side in this poem, a bittersweet read Mike.

[Michael G. Smith]

I bet you say that to all poems about mother's, lol. Thank you Frieda

[Michael G. Smith]

I see you up very early this morning?

[Frieda P]

Always up early, don't sleep very well...and no I don't as a matter of fact, yours is unique.