I awake on this Motherless morning,
take down bedraggled decorations,
put black bunting on doors
it is so dull and brown
not even crows visit their usual haunt
leaves lie listless in still air of fall
what once was dancing season, and palsied hand,
is no more gone are the gay whispers
and last glory colors that begged me dance
my feet and heart are heavy as leadened gray
that watches, like crowd a funereal gathering
so apropos, mother, that you choose this season
when even birds lay low, and know
heavy palm of quiet
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A truly, last and final Mother-loss.
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So beautifully written, high quality poetry conveying such sadness... my heart is heavy for you, dear friend. I wish I could do more but all I can do is read, and witness, and affirm, you have such a loss...
Lita
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"What can you say? Nothing---and lots of it.
Just hold my hand in silence
until I can hear my heart
beat again..."
(end lines from "Lost")
www.allpoetry.com/poem/702787
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We hear your struggle and embrace you with Mothering Arms, dear Sister. Know you are not alone with in this...
Feel our collective arms gather you up in peace and calm that you may find your way through this dark night.
You are loved...
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