Gershon Wolf Poet Dizain

Dizain Contest

When a mother dies, her family sighs
Speeches are made, funeral orations
You seek to know why, then break down and cry
Circle the wagons: close friends, relations
Comfort from flowers -- roses, carnations...

The hours move slowly; then days become weeks
The return to routine at first seems bleak
Yet as time passes, a curtain's lifted 
From on high to her brood, Mom again speaks
Love abidingly deep ~ Heaven-gifted



            December 15, 2019

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Caren Krutsinger December 17, 2019 at 5:22 PM My mother is highly ill, so this poem resonates in my soul today. She fell and has a broken rib and a broken foot, and is being admitted to the hospital she left four days ago, so this one really hits me hard, my friend. Nothing like a mother's love. Unfortunately she is 6.5 hours away, and we are in a blizzard. Gershon Wolf December 17, 2019 at 5:29 PM May your mother have a speedy and complete recovery --- as you (seemingly miraculously did recently!), and then go on to live to 120! Healing wishes, Gershon

John Gondolf December 16, 2019 at 9:42 AM This is a wonderful write for the contest, Gershon, I think it will do well. Best of luck my friend. John Gershon Wolf December 16, 2019 at 11:00 AM Thank you, John. Always special to read a comment from you. Season's best, Gershon

Kim Rodrigues December 15, 2019 at 10:39 PM So true! Gershon Wolf December 16, 2019 at 11:00 AM Thank you, Kim. Here's to long, rewarding lives for all mothers! :) gw

Alexis Y. December 15, 2019 at 8:38 PM Hi Gershon, My mother is still with me. But my father has passed on. It hurt me deep and I still miss him. I fell into deep depression, everytime I heard "Dance With My Father" by Luther Vandross I cried. I still miss him and it hurts, but with time I learned to go on. But I will miss him until I leave this earth. I can't even bare to think about loosing my mother. You've penned a well written poem for the contest theme. I wish you the best of luck in the contest my friend- Alexis Gershon Wolf December 15, 2019 at 9:16 PM Here's wishing you no more sorrow, Alexis: Only additions to your family; no subtractions…. Your love for your parents is certainly inspiring! Blessings, Gershon