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Letting Go

I wrote this about the recent passing of my mother, Annette.  She was a rock, kind and
loving, my confidant and best friend - a Godly woman.  I miss her already, deeply.  

She died on January 24th, 2009 at 10:30 p.m. due to complications of a UTI that went
septic through her system, and a blood clot that formed in her foot.  She suffered and
painfully fought for three weeks... she was facing multiple amputations of all her limbs
and multiple organ failure.  She was only 61. 

My heart was imprinted greatly with her love and I am thankful for her.  She made me so
much of who I am today.



Letting Go
     by Amy Swanson 


Letting go
    of things that I
          once held dear, believed in

My soul
    stripped bare
             in agony, for all the world to see

Heart beats
     yet
          it feels so cold inside

Silence
      sits like stone
           in my spirit.

Life has led us
       on this 
             journey...
                  but one lonely road 
                         sought us out with furious speed;


A road that was not wanted or desired.


How can you
    be so accepting?

How can you
    not be angry, as I am?

How can you
     ... still believe?

...and how will I
      ever again believe...?


I feel as though life took a wrong turn...
    or someone didn't write the script correctly...
         it wasn't supposed to be this way.



I weep
    great sobbing tears
           that threaten to rip out my very essence


The pain so sharp
      like knives of ice

The judgment harsh
       unfair and undeserved

Sternly.... 
     mercilessly...
              delivered.

They say that there is peace in death
     but there was none
             only cruel suffering
                  that should not have been allowed;
                         torment inflicted
                             poor bruised body
                                    until
                                       so still you lay...

                                               life was no more.


I ask, "What meaning can there be?"

    I strain to hear the answer
                but there is no response...

                         only unwavering silence.


A part of me will never be the same.



Existence I now view with different eyes.

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  1. Date: 2/22/2009 9:05:00 AM
    Dear Amy, I can really relate to asking, "What meaning can there be?" Thank you for directing me to this beautiful poem. Your mother sounds like a great woman. Perhaps she has met my father in heaven. I appreciate your comments on "Memories of Dad," and I'm glad to have made a new friend. Bless you! Carolyn

  1. Date: 2/13/2009 6:45:00 AM
    Amy, x

  1. Date: 1/31/2009 10:27:00 AM
    Amy I am so sorry, from the bottom of my heart I feel for you, I'm so sorry you had to see your mom suffer and then be taken away. This poem is so deep, I could feel your hurt and I know it's deep. I'm not good at this kind of stuff but I pray for peace my friend. Love and blessing to you! ~Michaela~

  1. Date: 1/30/2009 4:08:00 PM
    Amy, I am so deeply sorry for the tragic loss of your mom. I watched my mom suffer for a year and towards the end couldn't bear it anymore. I understand every word that you write as it pierces my heart, like the pain was yesterday for me. Time does heal, but there are never any answers as to why. Not here in this life anyway. I cried every day for a very long time. My heart goes out to you. I wish you healing and peace during this very sad time. Love, Shar

  1. Date: 1/30/2009 12:39:00 PM
    Hi again, sweetie. The pain in this is hard to bear, but it helps to get it out on the page. I wish I had all the right words to say to make it better. I only know, in my expeirience, that it will lessen with time. I wish you happiness in life, my kindred friend, and I missed you alot. *^_^* I know, eat some Chocolate! It will make you feel better. YUM YUM>>>LOL I send hugssss and love to you. Chrsitie

  1. Date: 1/30/2009 12:10:00 PM
    it's too soon now to tell you death is a part of life; and the next world sometimes we have to be draged away; or we'll never leave. or the love ones that were leaving would rather you stay and suffer than go and be with the Lord. sometimes the Lord has to take away. all my deepest sympathy and love john

  1. Date: 1/30/2009 12:05:00 PM
    amazing poem amy.. the pain you went through is apparent in every line and I am so sorry for your loss. Loss is never easy, but we have to accept these things. We fall, but we find the strength to get back up.. That's what makes life a beautiful struggle.. anyways, i thoroughly enjoyed reading your poem and thank you profusely for honoring me with your comments. again, I am so sorry for your loss and may she rest in peace.

  1. Date: 1/30/2009 8:37:00 AM
    Amy, I am so sorry for your loss and for your mothers suffering. This poem, written so beautifully is a heart touching tribute to the love that you have for her. The last two lines speak volumes. Only time can soften the grief. Being able to write about pain is always a healing thing for me and I hope it helps you too. Thank you for sharing your heart. Love always, Robin

  1. Date: 1/30/2009 8:13:00 AM
    I am so sorry for your loss, really I am. Your pain is so clear in this as it yells for understanding, for anything. I lost my brother to suicide, then my dad to cancer and yet the same year I survived 9-11. There aren't any answers I can give, other than I lost my faith, but found it again. How, it was a process, but it came back and time allows things to get easier. No, never forgetting, but easier. Good luck to you and keep strong dmy friend. Michael