we sat around her bed
talking laughing crying
listening in the silence to her complicated breathing
holding her hands
2 on each side
as if to tether her
and then she stopped
and there was silence
And now everything is different
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loss sometimes demands to be recognised wallowed bathed submerged in indulged Felt A friend of a friend described it as the "dark luxur... -
not so lost for words these days pouring spewing out in jumbles inspiration of desperation I was not so wordy before nor ever so deeply sile...
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We'd known it was the last time though no one said this task you'd set upon with borrowed help in borrowed hours and days determined...
8 comments:
Darling girl, I read your words with tears in my eyes. It is so hard to lose your mother.......
She left this world surrounded by love - it is a great testament to who she was ...... a loving and much loved woman.
I think she was a lucky mum to have a daughter who could write such loving words.
I am so glad that you were able to be there with her. I was not and I so regret not being there for her when she passed.
oh! a tear fell into the tadpole pool
x
Ohhhhh *sniff*
xxx
I keep visiting here, and crying, and not commenting, so thought I would say hello this time.
My Mum is dying, she hasnt eaten for weeks, it is a slow process, she is a strong woman. I feel sad.
I think it is great that you are able to express yourself through your blogs, and thank you for sharing.
Penny.
x
It is great that you express yourself this way. WE all have our avenues to release the tension and I hope this works for you. I love your poetry.
Greg
So sad, yet beautifully written. My heart sends soothing warmth....
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