of sable brown lashes
against that once beautiful face...
And touched the crinkled softness
of beloved hands
now lying still against blue cotton...
I listened to the subdued melody
of air moving gaspingly into lungs
no longer able to appreciate the gift...
"So small she is now,
a mere child
Innocent
Trusting..."
Away she goes
with the silence of a spirit departing
leaving behind
the sacred garment
that I knew as
Mother.
Author notes
I still miss her. My dad called her Mild Red (Mildred) because of her temper, but I loved her as Lucille, the Light Bearer, my mom: Mildred Lucille Webb
Inspired by the quote: The body is a sacred garment....Martha Graham
A contest entry
- a sacred garment... by PrabhuDayal Khattar.
300 points, ended May 24, 2008, 11 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please be honest, but gentle...thanks
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Cute
ya, the sacred garment, a precious gim,..
Hush a bye baby, on the tree top,
When the wind blows the cradle will rock;
When the bow breaks, the cradle will fall,
And down will come baby, cradle and all.
beautiful rhyming

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sweet love melody and sad end..
peace be with you my dear. wish you all the best.
take care

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Peace be with you also...thank you for reading this one and leaving so lovely a comment. I am very appreciative...Rhonda
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Rhonda,
I find this incredibly moving.
My mother is I'm happy to say still with us and this will inevitably be something one, or the other of us, will have to experience; this parting of such loved one.
I would wish it to be with the tranquility and purity that I read in your description. I find your 'atmosphere' in this spacious, to be accommodated only by such large heart, being unconcerned with any secondary considerations apart from these final moments. For you to have shared this with her, and then shared something again with us, I feel is all very special. What more real human sharing, in this sense, could there be? I doubt if there could be any.
There is much beauty in this, thank you for sharing something which lodges... treasured in the heart.
Sol


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CONGRATULATIONS !
Congratulations on winning the silver, Rhonda: most deserving. Personally, I like those silver trophies, for they remind me that God looks upon us as silver tried in earth's fires. . . until He can see Himself in us. Wow!
Again, congratulations! ~~ BonnieQ
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Bonnie...my apologies for taking so long to acknowledge your comment on this write...and many warm thanks for the kind words shared...and I do agree, silver tested shines beyond compare...thank you again. Peace, Rhonda
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All I can say is thank you for sharing something so very personal and doing it so very well, beautiful.


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Thank you bluesquirrel for your kind comment. Peace, Rhonda
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I love the flow and the sentiments poured in the words..well done..my thanks for such a wonderful entry in my contest.....
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And many thanks to you Prabhu, for the silver...Peace always, Rhonda
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well if you want honesty...
...IT WAS BEAUTIFUL! powerfully sad ,vivid description
of your mom's last moments. I don't know how you were able to pen this!

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I penned this with a great deal of love, Swan, and I thank you for your lovely words too. Peace, Rhonda
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Beautiful Sentiments
Indeed, Rhonda, you do recognize that your mother's body was not her. Ah, but when you see her again, and surely you shall, she will be young again and every bit as beautiful: then, you will know her as sister.
This piece flows beautifully, the words carefully chosen to convey the beauty of our spirit-being finally soaring free. . . free of the restrictions these finite bodies inflict upon us. Well done, poet.
Much love in Christ, BonnieQ


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BonnieQ, thank you for your generous and comforting comments. May the God of all grace bless you always. Peace, Rhonda
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This is massively beautiful. She must have been a great soul, judging by her "fruit". Three loving angelbunnies.


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Thanks Allan for the comments and for the sentiments...three angel bunnies!...so much love...thank you. Peace, Rhonda
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