My mother. This is the very last picture I took of her, before she passed away November 2nd, 2002. It is also the last time I saw her alive, hugged her, or gave her raspberry kisses.
A Mother of Four
A Mother of four lay,
One year ago today,
In a sterile ward,
Fighting her last battle.
A Mother of four quietly listened,
As three nurses softly sang,
Silent night, Holy night,
Away in A Manger, What child is this?
A Mother of four,
Leaves this world for another,
While a doctor futilely works,
To hold her in this one, a while longer.
A Mother of four passes quietly away . . .
Far away a telephone rings,
A heartbroken, “No!”,
Tore from trembling lips,
A telephone smashes against a wall.
A Mother of five,
Sits bereft and weeping,
crying out from her soul,
“Why, my Lord, could there be no goodbyes?”
A Mother of five,
Gathers her treasures ‘round her,
To a mother, a Nannie, a love,
They must struggle to say goodbye,
. . .
A Mother of five,
Child to a Mother of four,
Sheds her tears, says a soft prayer,
Finally saying “I love you Momma, Goodbye.”
A poem I initially wrote on the anniversary of my Mother’s passing.
