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Late Mother

I knew
she loved me
when she confessed
her fear
she didn't



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Quoth Theraven

July 18, 2019 at 11:50 PM

Maureen, "Did you know I go to sleep and Leave the lights on Hoping you'd come by and know That I was home and still awake." -Edward Bear

Maureen McGreavy Pigeon Tart

July 19, 2019 at 8:54 AM

That is a beautiful quote, thank you! xomo

Rhona Mcferran

July 18, 2019 at 11:22 PM

Such a deep poem, Mo... that really resonated with me. Some relationships are so difficult. I feel like I understand my mother better now than when she was alive. *hugs*

Rhona Mcferran

July 19, 2019 at 10:05 PM

Yes, mere understanding doesn't make the feelings go away. I'm sure I'll be "unloading" this for a while myself!! ;)

Maureen McGreavy Pigeon Tart

July 19, 2019 at 8:52 AM

Thank you you Rhona, I thought it might resonate with some, for whom the mother love poems just don't. I think the damage she could have done has been mitigated by my understanding of her how's and whys, still, apparently, a weight I have to unload ;), *hugs* tenfold in return <3 xomo

Gershon Wolf

July 18, 2019 at 2:20 PM

Precisely. Touche… And endearing as well. (I was secretly hoping that you'd just forgotten a comma between the words of the title. Alas...) Best wishes and no more subtractions for you, just additions! Best wishes, Gershon

Maureen McGreavy Pigeon Tart

July 18, 2019 at 2:26 PM

You know I love using more than one meaning at once, in a word. ;), Thank you dear. xomo <3

Arturo Michael

July 18, 2019 at 9:14 AM

This thing called love is no easy thing...Your poem says it clearly...Well done...

Maureen McGreavy Pigeon Tart

July 18, 2019 at 9:44 AM

Too true. Thank you my friend. xomo

Demetrios Trifiatis

July 18, 2019 at 7:59 AM

Confessing her fear not to love is her admittance of loving! Enigmatic and thoughtful dearest, Maureen!

Maureen McGreavy Pigeon Tart

July 18, 2019 at 9:43 AM

The paraphrase I choose to believe. Thank you my friend. xomo <3

Tom Cunningham

July 18, 2019 at 2:43 AM

From the comments Maureen, I'm glad that you got together at the end. Tom

Maureen McGreavy Pigeon Tart

July 18, 2019 at 7:19 AM

Thank you Tom; we did indeed. It wasn't easy. One thing I have learned with both my mother's and my grandmother's passing, is that compassion would suggest that closure need not be a two way street. xomo

Jeff Connelly

July 17, 2019 at 10:37 PM

Ah a possible shared possabilaty. I have to say Maureen I read this over and over putting a period in different places, but never found complacency.

Maureen McGreavy Pigeon Tart

July 18, 2019 at 7:21 AM

Sadly she never really learned how to love, or be loved. Thank you my friend. xomo

Jeanne Mcgee

July 17, 2019 at 9:50 PM

Heartfelt simplicity.

Maureen McGreavy Pigeon Tart

July 18, 2019 at 7:15 AM

Thank you Jeanne! That is exactly what I was hoping for. <3 xomo!

Jan Allison

July 17, 2019 at 5:10 PM

Interesting poem Mo, I interpreted it as when she confessed her fear she was no longer fearful:- hugs Jan xx

Jan Allison

July 18, 2019 at 7:07 PM

so glad you made peace before she passed away Mo:-) hugs Jan x

Maureen McGreavy Pigeon Tart

July 17, 2019 at 6:15 PM

I hope so. It was a huge burden for her. We had been estranged, she was terminal, I insisted on seeing her, she let it all out. I forgave her before she died. I have to unpack if I'm going to get my head right ;), xomo <3