How come you to this sweet bed,
when once, you were as big as sky,
as heaven, as God to me?
Little mother, how come life to you
to take wind from your sails
so that here, linen shrouds you?
Little mother, have angels
begun their work on heaven
to bring you home, so soon?
I was never ready, dearest, never,
to be stronger than you,
to be upright while you were down.
I was not done with you; my need,
wringing its hands in loss
before you were gone,
hang heavy now,
knowing what I must bear
in your holy name.
Little mother, little sister,
child of your child,
here, let me cradle your memory
like newly born angel,
while God prepares your home for you.
Rest now, dear heart, earth has had
its best of you, and I, your student,
have learned a new lesson in your leaving.
Author notes
This poem came to me for a girlfriend whose mother died at 6:30 am yesterday morning...suddenly, sitting here, I became the transcriber...... I have sent this to her and her family this evening.
For Barbara Gill, author of "Soul Gifts: The World's Self-help Book"
In a list
A contest entry
- Heartbreak to the extreme by Leech Lover.
450 points, ended June 1, 2007, 80 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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I wept
This touched me so deeply... I am beyond speaking...
Your words flooded me and suddenly,
tears....
God bless you
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Heaven Sent!
Oh my God...
What a lovely remembrance you offer your friend.
There will not be a dry eye in the house,
It moved me to tears... this Solemn Prayer.
Her Mom will look down with love
at the care her daughter's receiving.
"How come you to this sweet bed,
when once, you were as big as sky,
as heaven, as God to me?"
We've all thought those things of our Mom.
Be prepared to be hugged my most gracious Lady,
You are a blessing to us all, M'Dear 
~ Nicholas ~
I'm always near if you need an ear, my friend.
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ty gpamon, I appreciate your comment ..as our mothers get older, we know what real sorrow is about.... it was hard to watch my adoptive mother go through her last months..and my friend's mother was a surrogate mother to me.
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"Rest now, dear heart, earth has had
its best of you, and I, your student,
have learned a new lesson in your leaving."
Sighhh. Exquisite, my Sister. She will weep upon reading such dear Beauty...& the tears will help her heart heal. We are not meant to understand such fragile pains as this; such delicate despair...we must only try to accept them as best as we can. We'll see our loved ones again one fine day. I'm sorry for her loss, for your grieving. Her mother smiles upon your gift with such gratitude, Sweetie. She knows her baby can lean into your graceful embrace. Good luck in the contest, my Friend. Wanda
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She sis, she is not doing well...it is a very difficult passage to go through
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Very impressive
What a wonderful tribute to a dear friend's mother showing her strength through the imagery you have conveyed here. You really captured the essence of this poem. And I thank you for sharing it with me. God bless you in your challenge...
Thanks for the wonderful comment you gave to me...
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Oh, you welcome darryl... I love to read everyone's work....it always makes me a better person.... and a better writer.
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