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Forgiveness

I Was The One: Free Verse

mother had been sick for years, years
         her body ravaged in time 
but oh what a strength, dignity and courage
she fought to live her life
  her laughter was music to the soul
   then-   a fall at home
                 the doctors said
    she will not survive the surgery
and I was lost in a sea of memories of us
mother, I pray for your 'forgiveness'
                 as it was me,
I had to let you go . . . 
     and it never leaves me
it was me who made that decision
               to set you free
   to turn off life support
I was the one. . . 
   there was nothing I could do
                      to change your fate
for I would have done anything 
    even given my own life
my heart was stabbed with
                      a blood-soaked knife
   that has left deep scars on my soul
and with each breath the machine took 
      I kept praying for a miracle . . . 
the memories of that day still twirl and swirl
I prayed_  Lord why, why this woman
               she is so kind and gentle and loved
can you 'forgive' me mother
               for letting you go . . .
    the life support was turned off  
and in the silence of that room, you sighed once
      leaving forever
                  mom, my love always . . . 


Forgiveness: Haibun


Mother had been sick for years, years. Her body ravaged in time. But, oh what
a strength, dignity and courage. She fought to live. Her life, her laughter was
music to the soul. Then-   a fall at home, the doctor she will not survive the
surgery. And I was lost in a sea of memories of us. Mother, I pray for your
'forgiveness.' As it was me, I had to let you go and it never leaves me. It was
me who made that decision to set you free, to turn off life support. I was the 
one . . . there was nothing I could do to change your fate for I would have done anything, even given my own life. My heart was stabbed with a-  blood
soaked knife that has left deep scars on my soul. And with each breath the machine took I kept praying for a miracle . . . the memories of that day still
twirl and swirl. I prayed_  Lord why, why this woman she is so kind and gentle
and loved. Can you 'forgive' me mother for letting you go. The life support was turned off  and in the . . .  

silence of that room
you sighed leaving forever ...
                  mom, my love always  

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Heidi Sands Date: 7/5/2024 12:19:00 PM Excellent! Congratulations :) Login to Reply Constance La France Date: 7/7/2024 1:04:00 PM Heidi, thank you for the compliment and congratulations, Constance

Terry Miller Date: 7/5/2024 8:36:00 AM Touching and beautiful, and congratulations Login to Reply Constance La France Date: 7/7/2024 1:04:00 PM Terry, thank you for the compliment and congratulations, Constance

Mark Toney Date: 7/5/2024 8:18:00 AM Constance, thank you for sharing your heart with us. May future reunion as tender be. Login to Reply Constance La France Date: 7/7/2024 1:05:00 PM Mark, thank you the comment, Constance

Crystol Woods Date: 7/5/2024 7:13:00 AM Oh my dear... well first, congratulations on 1st place in this contest!! Now... this touched my heart and brought tears flowing down my face. Ty for sharing such a personal poem with us. Just that much is worth 1st to me bcuz that's what great art does... but you also created a stunning haibun that lost none of the emotion you projected in your free vs. Well done!!xo Login to Reply Constance La France Date: 7/7/2024 1:06:00 PM Crystol, thank you for the contest and my placement, and for the congratulations, compassion, comment and compliment, appreciate, Constance

Beryl Edmonds Date: 7/3/2024 8:57:00 AM Dear Constance, there nothing to regret, forgive yourself for your mother you did what you did for the best. No one wants to see a loved one suffering, be comforted knowing your mother’s asleep in heavenly peace… Beryl Login to Reply Constance La France Date: 7/3/2024 10:33:00 AM Beryl, thank you so much for you lovely comment and compassion, Constance