Gratitude for all she was…my mother
She lay still, the warmth of her pale skin fading,
that weakening pulse having left her neck motionless,
as if my imagination was playing tricks,
I, waiting for eyes to open and this all a lie,
yet there she was, the womb of my nurture,
my one stoic Allie in life, void, like nothing left.
Shock befell my being,
as if time relented, and I caught within its freeze,
staring at an empty vessel, limp and vacant,
thoughts that could have been moments ago,
like a mist dissipating in cold air,
and we all grouped in tears, as witness.
No more words of comfort, no hugs,
now understanding smiles,
no advice when all was lost,
no laughter, no tears, no mistakes at cost,
just an empty space, where love was,
a silent remembrance of life.
By myself I explained to her I would be alright,
that was her concern, not for herself,
so I apologized for all I did as a son, all I compromised,
and knowing she loved me so, I could have been better,
even knowing that flesh was still,
I believed somehow she knew my words.
My mother passed leaving a legacy of life,
a gift to me, an opportunity to right,
and still I hope I make her proud, for all I am in life,
and all she tried to be in her own struggle,
now at peace I hope she sees,
the gratitude I have as her son.
Tony DeLorger © 2016
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