You're gone...
My breaths only brief leaks in your lungs, I relent to hold the body you left me with, suddenly aware I'm dead in the alive, as selfish wailing drips from my nose. Veins in my palm break on the floor and I crawl up the blankets forcing you to hold me like an infant. I've needed your arms forever but your limbs were paralyzed so many years behind us. That chair always in the way of affection.
Who are these people come to collect, I don't hear them atop my own screams.
They've come to steal the seconds we have left and I force them to leave us.
The clocks shatter, cold hands and pins stuck in time as I retrace all the memories I must not lose. I'm unarmed at my incredulous hate for a simple word...pnuemonia. Where are my needed comforters now? They've all returned to their joyous lives, mine shattered into a million poetical shards.
Is there nothing left of you but this; your computer I write on, teeth that munched cookies we shared, a blonde wisp of fading hair, sons taking possession of home, a place they rarely visited or phoned. Move forward it's what you would do. Your wise voice thunders in my soul as I remember what you longed for me. To fight for my health and to love myself. Mom you deserve nothing less, I realize even in my duress,
You're here...
My breaths only brief leaks in your lungs, I relent to hold the body you left me with, suddenly aware I'm dead in the alive, as selfish wailing drips from my nose. Veins in my palm break on the floor and I crawl up the blankets forcing you to hold me like an infant. I've needed your arms forever but your limbs were paralyzed so many years behind us. That chair always in the way of affection.
Who are these people come to collect, I don't hear them atop my own screams.
They've come to steal the seconds we have left and I force them to leave us.
The clocks shatter, cold hands and pins stuck in time as I retrace all the memories I must not lose. I'm unarmed at my incredulous hate for a simple word...pnuemonia. Where are my needed comforters now? They've all returned to their joyous lives, mine shattered into a million poetical shards.
Is there nothing left of you but this; your computer I write on, teeth that munched cookies we shared, a blonde wisp of fading hair, sons taking possession of home, a place they rarely visited or phoned. Move forward it's what you would do. Your wise voice thunders in my soul as I remember what you longed for me. To fight for my health and to love myself. Mom you deserve nothing less, I realize even in my duress,
You're here...
Author notes
Due to the need to compact this into 20 lines it does not quite read the way I would like it too nonetheless I hope others may understands its depth and yet love...
Comments
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I can't really say anything bad or critical towards this poem. It's got such emotion and it's so real and raw. Nicely done.
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Your poem conveys the deep emotion you obviously felt when you wrote it. I was deeply moved by your words which brought memories of my own mum. thanks for sharing.


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Tears evoke chills
This poem about loss is so rich in metaphor, I almost didn't get it. But after reading it a second time felt all of your pain but also bittersweet hope of knowing your mom is still with you. Just beautiful.

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This was very deep. Thanks for your entry

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This is just beautiful! What a touching tribute to your mother. Patty


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this is simply beautiful. You have expressed sorrow in a way that we all wish we could. Fabulous


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heart rending tribute to your mother, she smiles brightly on the other side, knowing she has done well,
I understand your frustration with the 20 line rule, I too have to adjust my lines...Artis

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This has brought me to tears... Incredible. You've done so well with it, it says so much in so few words. The love and sorrow shine through brighter then any sun. Well done
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your response is so beautiful and I am honored by every word. Thank you for such a glowing comment.
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