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My Mother's Daughter

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My Mother's Daughter

She’s gone
I miss her so
And yet, I connect with her
Every time I touch a flower...
She’s there
When I read the classics
Engrossed in the pages of Lorna Doone...
She’s there
When I breathe in the pine scented air
Of the hills of Lebanon,
The land that she loved... 
She’s there
When I sing the alto part of the hymns she adored
Trying to fit my voice to her glorious one....
She’s there
Teaching me how to follow the notes
“It is Well with my Soul.”
When tears spill out of my eyes
In sympathy for another....
She’s there
Her sensitive soul pouring out from my eyes
When I tease my students and hug them tight
Trying to make them fall in love with words...
She’s there
The well loved teacher
When I write my little rhymes...
She’s there 
Still believing I'll be famous one day
When I drop something and it shatters...
She’s there
Worrying that the same disease
Will touch her only daughter
And turn her life to hell 
When I look at my black hair
Beginning to show the white
Thick and luxuriant...
She’s there
With a knowing smile
Happy she’s passed on her
Her crowning glory to me
Between the lines of the poems I write...
She's there
Her romantic heart beating loudly
ALIVE

She’s there……
She’s in me
How I wish you knew her
Before she was ravaged by disease
Before her spirit was crushed
And her smile became lopsided
And Yet….
And yet she didn't stop smiling 
Or reaching out to touch a loved one
But I had to hear her pray for death
The confines of the wheelchair too much
Unable to care for herself
Too ashamed
Having to have my father bathe, change, and feed her
Too much for the free spirit that she was
The one who had climbed trees while pregnant 
And smiled at the sun

I tried to heal her 
I prayed and I begged
Testing my faith
"In the name of Jesus...."
No healing came
No cure for MS
And I hid my tears, crushed
That this vibrant ray of sunlight
My MAMA
The one they called Sunshine
Wanted to leave my world in 
in darkness
I had to let her go
And it was only when I changed my prayer
And asked for His will to be done
That she fell asleep
And got the release she
So desired.

I miss my MAMA
I’m crying tears she cannot see
For she is sleeping
Waiting for the wake up call
Of Jesus whom she adored

My heart bleeds for my MAMA
Life is unkind
To take her from me
But I’m my Mama’s girl
An extension of her heart and mind and soul
A helpless hopeless romantic
Who loves the rain
And the wind in my hair
And Little Women
And singing
And LIFE.

Eileen MANASSIAN

I Thessalonians 4:16 - 18

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  1. Date: 5/27/2013 10:50:00 AM
    love this Eileen, your poetry and your love and dedication, are a credit to you.. glad i read this wonderful poem...

    Manassian Avatar Eileen Manassian
    Date: 5/27/2013 11:19:00 AM Block poet from commenting on your poetry


    Hi Harry...I've missed ya! Glad you're back for a comment! :) Thanks for stopping by....
  1. Date: 5/26/2013 12:08:00 AM
    Our parents become apart of us whether or not we realize it. In our habits, in our looks. This sounds like a painful way to watch someone so dear to you leave the world. But all is not lost, just a waiting game... you will see her again! A beautiful pouring out of your heart, Eileen...

    Manassian Avatar Eileen Manassian
    Date: 5/27/2013 11:18:00 AM Block poet from commenting on your poetry


    Thanks, Timothy! My mother was a deeply spiritual person who knew her Bible so well. I'd often see her sitting in bed with her head bowed (balance was difficult) and I knew she was praying for us. It brought such a feeling of peace. Even now...when I lose my way, one of the things that makes me want to come back is knowing Mama is going to be disappointed if I'm not there on the other side! TY
  1. Date: 5/25/2013 6:38:00 PM
    From the way you described your mother, her beauty and her love of words I can see that she lives yet in you for you are beautiful as well as your words. Thank you for your visit to untitled and your kind words. I can see that you are a teacher because even though I am 48 I have learned much from you and as far as being famous you already are in my book.

    Manassian Avatar Eileen Manassian
    Date: 5/25/2013 7:30:00 PM Block poet from commenting on your poetry


    Terry, very sweet post. :) As I am two years younger than you are...your comment has brought a smile. :) We learn from each other...Thanks for stopping by.
  1. Date: 5/25/2013 8:58:00 AM
    I feel I now know her and like her daughter she is indeed beautiful. Some beauty transcend time and space and cannot be contained within the confines of these fragile bodies. I suspect that was the case with your mom.

    Manassian Avatar Eileen Manassian
    Date: 5/25/2013 7:28:00 PM Block poet from commenting on your poetry


    You know how to comfort with words...thank you, Richard.
  1. Date: 5/25/2013 7:13:00 AM
    I think with this writing that you have just ahnailated, "A picture is worth a thousand words"

    Manassian Avatar Eileen Manassian
    Date: 5/25/2013 7:27:00 PM Block poet from commenting on your poetry


    Thanks ever so much for this sweet post, Judy. It has touched me.
  1. Date: 5/25/2013 6:21:00 AM
    The great thing about the human spirit is that it never leaves, I'm happy knowing I will live on in my children as your mother lives on in you. You have written a beautiful and gracious tribute to her here. Take care,Richard

    Manassian Avatar Eileen Manassian
    Date: 5/25/2013 7:26:00 PM Block poet from commenting on your poetry


    Richard, thank you for seeing what I was trying to portray. Yes, it comforts me that I am like her, and yet I know...I can never be all that she was for I am unable! Thanks for stopping by