Saturday, March 30, 2013

The Mother Who Used to Know Me

The mother who used to know me
has gone
and in her stead, sits a woman who stares at me
the same way she does with strangers.

The mother who used to know me
has gone
and shows irritation whenever I touch her
who are you to dare, she wants to say.

The mother who used to know me
has gone
and no longer tries to respond
whenever I look at her and tell her my love.

The mother who used to know me
has gone
and tries to understand why it is
that I of course smile at her so sweetly

The mother who used to know me
has gone
and my heart revolts against such cruel parting
that leaves me wanting so much.

The mother who used to know me
has gone
and I cry tears of sorrow
for her who still seems to exist, yet no longer is.

The mother who used to know me
has gone
and all the wisdom I thought I knew
no longer seems so relevant. 

4 comments:

  1. FWIW: Marguerite, my relationship with my Dad who, in his dying taught me not to fear death, has grown in the decades since. There and not there are not so different after all. Shed the tears, feel the pain, grieve, and feel the love of many who hold you in their hearts and minds.

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  2. I'm so sorry for your loss. Thank you for being upright and sharing your wisdom during this difficult time, when most of us bury our heads.

    Deep bow,
    Kogen

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  3. When my mother-in-law went through Alzheimer's, my young daughter asked me what was wrong with her. All I could think to say was "Grandma's mind has gone to heaven."

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  4. Thank you, dear brothers, for your wisdom and your kindness.

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