"We don't stop playing because we grow old; we grow old because we stop playing." ~George Bernard Shaw
"Look at everything as though you were seeing it either for the first or last time." ~Betty Smith, A Tree Grows in Brooklyn

Friday, July 23, 2010

Magpie Tales #24

Those lonely dark nights tossing and turning
twisting 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:

Tattered and Lost said...

Oh my, been there, done that. The world stopped for a moment as I read this. Memories brought back. Very nice.

brenda w said...

It's hard to see a light in the middle of despair. Beautiful post.

Brigid said...

I've been there too two years ago when I lost my adored mother, lovely imagery, that 'dirty window' image is so true.

Helen said...

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.

Stafford Ray said...

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.

Eric S. said...

Love the dirty window imagery, and the truth it holds. Been there also with the loss of my father. Very moving.

Robert Lloyd said...

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.

Friko said...

A bed taking you to 'Time, the great Healer'.
An unusual take well executed.

JeffScape said...

Writing is Windex. ;)

Systematic Weasel said...

The light is always hard to find in the hardest times of our lives. This is a beautifully written post! Great work!

-Weasel

Vicki said...

just lovely....

Gabriela Abalo said...

moving post

Thank you for sharing

kathew said...

Thanks everyone for all your kind words!

Marilyn said...

I am lucky to still have my Mum but I felt like this when my Dad passed. This is so well written.

Linda said...

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.

RA said...

I recognized myself in your words. Beautifully written.

swputh said...

That one left me with some pain...
Good one with a soul:)

C Hummel Kornell a/k/a C Hummel Wilson said...

Original take on this. Well done. I felt your pain and you described mine, losing my Mother unexpectedly on Mother's Day.

madamebutterfly said...

Moving piece - well done

Carrie Burtt said...

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! :-)

Corrina Terry said...

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)

signed...bkm said...

this is a wonderful piece on how we are overtaken by grief....great magpie...bkm

Lena said...

Very poignant Kath. The anniversary of my mum's death has just past. I like this take on the prompt.

Tumblewords: said...

Oh, yes. This brings back the breath stopping loss. Well done.

spacedlaw said...

Yet you found the light...

susan m hinckley said...

This was heartbreaking and lovely -- I haven't been in that particular "bed" yet, but I have looked through that window. Well done.

C.L. Smith said...

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.

Karen S said...

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!

Selma said...

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.

little hat said...

Loss is so hard to explain. The marks of our pain surround us as if willing us to drown. Until the sun shines again.

Kristen Haskell said...

Wow that was wonderful and I really felt it.

Jingle said...

apt tale!