Ngoc Nguyen Poet Bio

Elegiac Memories of Dear Mother

Dear Mother—I longed for your love:
     so when you passed away I wept;
as your spirit rose up above
     my stinging tears, which were inept,
flowed as we began to remove
     your cold, silent corpse as it slept—.

Days passed—they gathered for your wake,  
     a soothing time that was not sad
or grave as they tried for my sake 
     to pay their respects and act glad:
as you laid there (to never take
     a breath again), I could’ve gone mad! 

The hour arrived—the funeral 
     took place on a cold, wintry morn
as if dream-like, strange and surreal.
     Distraught, I felt bereaved and torn
as the last rites and burial
     left me forlorn—oh so forlorn!

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Cona Adams January 10, 2015 at 1:18 PM We lost my mother at age 93, and felt so blessed to have her with us for such a long life. She was a treasure, so I do share your grief. But writing about Mother has helped a great deal to distill and wash the grief away, or at least to soften it.

Pandita Sietesantos June 27, 2014 at 1:40 PM This is such a deep powerful write! Well done! Warmest regards.

Weston Gregory June 27, 2014 at 9:42 AM you have the element down pat...apprehensive come to mind