Mom, when I Saw you Last
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Feb. 29.2024
Mamma Poetry Contest
Sponsor- Silent One
~ Placed First~
Is not ‘Mother’ the sweetest word in the dictionary?
She's one’s closest friend, companion, and guide.
How can I restrict her within the frame of a poem,
when my entire world circled around her once?
As I think of her, there is still an ache that I can't name
How I long to embrace and hold her wrinkled hands,
hands that rocked me and stroked me when I cried.
Now salty tears drip through my eyes as I think of her final hours!
The dawn broke, tearing the dark shroud of gloom,
and lights turned on to greet another day,
Life taking its new course all around,
but in her room, life coming to an end!
No stir except the sound of faint breathing,
strangled hoarse within her feeble throat.
Walking over to the bed, I took her fragile hand,
and stroked it mildly in a slow rhythm,
Smoothed the soft fleecy hair, lying disheveled,
that remained once so neatly combed.
I watched life gently slipping away,
the inevitable end to an eventful play!
Breaking all bounds, memories cascaded out,
and the mind changed into a river in spate.
Fondly surveyed her features and the face,
with a foreboding of never getting another chance.
Looked into the heart that held within,
an ocean of love that ebbed and swelled.
Words struggled to fly out from my lips,
Words never, ever said,
but took for granted that she knew.
I sensed the dampness on my cheeks,
and a lump forming within my throat.
This woman taught me once and for all,
I could do whatever I set my mind to,
who with wings outspread stood hovering,
over her chicks when eagles swooped down.
Exhorted to brave daringly ahead,
through the dank and dark corridors of life
chasing the glimmer of light,
at the threshold of a brighter world.
Insisted on not to beguile the just,
but hold on to the truth always.
I stood silent, my gaze fixed on the limp figure,
now resting calmly on a propped-up bed,
her dried-up bosom heaving high and low,
I knew her breath slowly dying down.
With a strained belch, she turned her head sideways,
With a sudden flutter, her sealed eyes were opened ajar.
Her benevolent eyes fixed on my face for once,
Did a smile fleet across that pallid face?
Oh! The eyeballs suddenly turned upwards,
and her mouth, slightly opened to let out a breath.
She went noiselessly with so much ease,
like a feather, falling gently on the ground.
Vacantly I watched a solitary loon flying westward,
and beyond the horizon, it disappeared like a mote.
Copyright © Valsa George | Year Posted 2024
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