Friday, January 30, 2009

For Mother (original poetry)

You asked for poetry. Here is some poetry (and yes, it was published). I hope you enjoy it.

For Mother

We did as you asked,
took away the tubes, the green
monitors and finger sticks,
moved to a tranquil spot
across the hall. No roommate.
We held hands as you prayed
a long prayer of your own,
fed you pudding, ice chips,
salted greens, and two sugar wafers.

We did as you asked,
signed—then we cried, held you
to the last. Bathed your forehead
with Dove soap. Kept the morphine
coming and counted your breaths.
You took your time, let us know
things we needed to know.
We cleaned your room today,
found two sugar wafers.
Your last meal.

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Peace - D


TheWritersPorch said...

D.....I have been in this place.
My Mother............I miss her so!

Daryl said...

Hospice is a wonderful thing ... we sat with Mom almost the identical way .. moving poem, Doris, very moving.

Fat, frumpy and fifty... said...

beautiful D....stunning beautiful...what a rich land this blogland is...enriching and so friendly and supporting.

So glad to be here..sharing..

ConverseMomma said...

I can feel those sugar wafers dissolving on my own tongue as I read. So beautifully sad.

Akelamalu said...

This brought back memories for me. I feel for you honey. (hug)

Maggie May said...

That was so moving. Anyone who has seen a person through to the end, cannot help but be moved by this.
Very beautiful post.

Employee No. 3699 said...

Sad and beautiful at the same time.

Lorna said...

I had a slightly different experience with my husband, but grief is the same after the details fall away.


Cloudia said...

Congratulations on publication.
More props for writing this poem.
MORE respect for living this poem.
Thank you for preparing me for this wavering but approaching moment with my ill parent. . . Aloha

Mary Moore said...

Very touching and special. I went through this with my dad.

Moannie said...

Sadly no last words with my mum, just a slight squeeze of my hand in a moment of lucidity.

Seautiful poem D. Thank you for sharing with us.

Veri. word: acession

the walking man said...

Though it be the end of all life in this world to die it is better for the dieing and the living to be there at that end.

SandyCarlson said...

Reminds me of sitting with an uncle as he left this world. Hard and heart-breaking. You have captured this so vividly and with such understated pain. I feel it so deeply. Thanks.

SOUL: said...

hello stranger--

this poem certainly does express much love - to and from each "from either point of view.

i like the "So beautifully sad" -- sort of an oxymoron, but still...
it hurts to lose a parent.

also-- being there with them when they "go" .. sometimes makes it hurt a little less. i guess by that, i mean.. just to know, that They know you were there.... for me--- in both situations--- is the peace that they leave with you. ugh.

whatever i was trying to say-- didn't come out right. so i hope you know what i mean.

sorry for your pain, and loss.
but it is a way of healing yourself-- and closure-- to be able release your grief in such a way as this. (not just being with them".. but the --- also the ability to express your feelings in such a way as this poem.

i better leave now-- i'm tearing up. :)) not really, but if i could actually "feel" something... i might be.

anyhow-- thanks --

ps-- i'm back at home now-- just not been in much a cruisin mood. or talkin , for that matter. just holdin on for the meds to do the ole "watch me pull a rabbit out of this hat" kinda trick to happen.

i reckon i should just give up on that idea tho-- i can't seem to put anything together -- at all - lately.

i just hope you have a great day.

Deb said...

Perfect words written from your heart. You captured that moment, those memories, so well. You have talent, thank you for sharing it with us.