For Maria Luisa
I am mourning you today.
You seem to be tapping on soul's shoulder,
like a hammering reminder
of a death's anniversary.
I woke up this morning
compelled to climb to the cemetery
on this fallen day,
all sunny and crisp.
I'd rather see you walking
down your city's streets,
where your girlhood flowered
in subtle hues of black.
I wonder why I cannot be angry.
I wish I could blissfully hate
all those who cared too late
and not well enough
when your lungs began to fill with liquid
and you still had dinner on the table,
and floors swept,
clothes ironed to perfection,
when you wept at harsh words
that you yourself perpetuated
though did not deserve
in your last days on this earth
as a mother above all else.
My mind shuts you up tight
in a hand crafted Arabic box,
lest the memory of your girlish smile,
and the way you shook your proud head when you laughed,
bring tears as old and brown
as the River Genil.
Author notes
Inspired by option 3- Quote "The true measure of a person is not found in times of comfort and convenience, but in times of challenge and controversy." Martin Luther King
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Death's anniversary are much less likely to be forgotten than birthdays. Our hearts seem to have a special sensitivity to those dates. This was a lovely memorial write.
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Firstly, I love that quote by Dr. King and have found it to be true in all circumstances that cause controversy.
Your poem is stark, sad, and enveloping. All too often those who care the most receive less when it comes to recompense. It is horrible that even at life's end (especially when it is evident) some still do not earn their just do. I am blessed to have my mother here with me still but my dad passed away 13 years ago and this poem brought him up to me. There is now a lump in my throat, for I loved my dad with all my heart. He was the epitome of a loving father. You have my condolences for your loss.
Much Love & Respect ♥
Renee
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Simply beautiful and sad, It really makes me think about the loss of my mother, very well done and it was a pleasure to read, this part really hit home and is every feeling i felt about my mom
My mind shuts you up tight
in a hand crafted Arabic box,
lest the memory of your girlish smile,
and the way you shook your proud head when you laughed,
God I still miss her today
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This is very powerful and eloquent. Vivid imagery expresses feelings so well (climb to cemetery, fallen day, etc). I would call this a compelling poem. Very skillfully crafted. Thanks for a great read!
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