Those lonely dark nights tossing and turningtwisting sheets around my legs
flipping pillows over to cool my aching head.
I was so sad during those heavy hours
missing my mother, losing my best friend
with no one to comfort me or wipe the tears away.
Many years later looking back I am amazed
surviving that dark time when everything looked grim
as if looking through a dirty window and seeing no hope.
32 comments:
Oh my, been there, done that. The world stopped for a moment as I read this. Memories brought back. Very nice.
It's hard to see a light in the middle of despair. Beautiful post.
I've been there too two years ago when I lost my adored mother, lovely imagery, that 'dirty window' image is so true.
Love the way you used the window and bed dressing ... love your Magpie! I held my mother as she passed away and nothing has eased that pain.
Yes, losing Mum takes away a chunk of most people's security. Your succinct piece brought the memory of that loss back for us. We, like you, are amazed we got through it. But we did and we do.
Love the dirty window imagery, and the truth it holds. Been there also with the loss of my father. Very moving.
This is a strong poem that tackles a tough subject. In a few short words you managed to convey what many feel. Thank you for sahring.
A bed taking you to 'Time, the great Healer'.
An unusual take well executed.
Writing is Windex. ;)
The light is always hard to find in the hardest times of our lives. This is a beautifully written post! Great work!
-Weasel
just lovely....
moving post
Thank you for sharing
Thanks everyone for all your kind words!
I am lucky to still have my Mum but I felt like this when my Dad passed. This is so well written.
That is so sad. I remember pain of loss quite well. You think you'll never be happy again. You wrote eloquently on a painful subject.
I recognized myself in your words. Beautifully written.
That one left me with some pain...
Good one with a soul:)
Original take on this. Well done. I felt your pain and you described mine, losing my Mother unexpectedly on Mother's Day.
Moving piece - well done
I think it makes us stronger to go through tough times like that and get through them...and be able to realize we can survive. Lovely, and powerful post! :-)
Thank you for this poem! It has vivid imagery. Thanks also for your kind words about my post! We are blessed women to have found great men (finally). ;o)
this is a wonderful piece on how we are overtaken by grief....great magpie...bkm
Very poignant Kath. The anniversary of my mum's death has just past. I like this take on the prompt.
Oh, yes. This brings back the breath stopping loss. Well done.
Yet you found the light...
This was heartbreaking and lovely -- I haven't been in that particular "bed" yet, but I have looked through that window. Well done.
Who hasn't had those moments...so dark and full of despair? Lovely post.
By the way, I read that your favorite book as a child was The Secret Garden...mine, too.
Nice -- an original take on this. After my mother passed, I couldn't believe how people were just going around, living their lives -- as if nothing had happened!
A very, very powerful piece. The image that brought it home for me was the sheets twisting around the legs. Such a measure of agitation and grief. It is amazing what we can survive.
Loss is so hard to explain. The marks of our pain surround us as if willing us to drown. Until the sun shines again.
Wow that was wonderful and I really felt it.
apt tale!
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