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Was My Love Not Enough

Alas; my maternal love couldn’t save you my beloved son, hence; 
in excruciating pain, I shed an ocean of tears asking why.
Was my love not enough or was it too much? Too much that you,
couldn’t live without it or not enough, that you needed much more to thrive?

From my breast you suckled the pure and warm milk of nurturing, 
then proudly I weaned you, to spoon feed you the solid foods of this life.
Gently but with reluctance, I nudged you from our protective nest, 
although you tried with all your might, maybe you weren’t ready to fly.

Alas; my maternal care couldn’t heal your inner wounds my son, hence;
in extreme anguish, I search for the answer to the question why.
Was my care not enough or was it too much? Too much that you,
couldn’t live without it or not enough, that you needed much more to thrive?

I gave you my compass to direct your steps, on the roads that you would tread and 
my lamp filled with oil to light up your way, on life’s lonely and dark rough paths.
Salves, balms and essential oils of my love, to your wounds I would often spread,
but sadly I suppose, it was all for naught, your inner wounds were much to vast.

Alas; my deep maternal love couldn’t save you my beloved son, hence;
until the day we embrace again, I shall be haunted by the question why.
Was my love not enough or was it too much? Too much that you,
couldn’t live without it or not enough, that you needed much more to thrive?

By: Joan Marie Peranteau
Copy written March 2014
Written for and dedicated to my first born, my beloved son,
Nathaniel Blaine Gibson
Who fell asleep, a deep sleep on February 19 2014, and will continue to sleep until the resurrection.
So until we embrace again, he is in Jehovah God’s memory and care. 
However; while we wait for that time to embrace him again, our hearts are heavy with sorrow and with missing him, there are no words to express how much.


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  1. Date: 4/14/2014 11:48:00 AM

    This moves me to tears, if you have a chance read my poem "A New Dream" it may offer some comfort. There are answers beyond the "what ifs" of this life and what we see a as tradgedy here on earth can be far more beautiful than what we can imagine. The fact you believe in the resurrection you can be sure to one day learn the whole truth and I believe your tears of sadness will turn to exceeding joy.
  1. Date: 4/6/2014 7:03:00 PM

    This is one of the most touching poems I have read. You let us all in to your heart and struggle, and I can tell you, from this, no matter what, your son was lucky to have you. I feel your pain, and only wish to say so much is beyond our control, but its clear the love in your heart. a Beautiful Poem, thanks for sharing such deep thoughts.

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