James Lutz Poet Rhyme

Missing Mom

(Just my 3rd submission. Don't worry, I won't number everyone of them! Just so that readers are aware that I am new to writing, and more so submitting.)
(( I lost my Mom on July 4th 2010. It was pretty tough on me, honestly. Still tough now, and her passing date was this month. Kinda made it a day unable to forget. My first 3 writings are of death. I'm certainly not all about death, but sad things get to me, and then I tend to find myself wallowing in it, playing music to it, and sometimes writing ))


Rose into the sunset
my everything, my Mom
making sure I'm safe,
happy, loved and calm
thankless job of a Mom

She's now an angel
and watches me from above
I can sense her presence
I can still feel the love

Mom had four of us
but never made a fuss
she loved each one of us

She wanted her freedom
from all the suffering and pain
I so wanted her to stay
but for my own gain

I let her go that day
wasn't easy but she couldn't stay
too much pain, much too tired
to be pain free is all she desired

Time to go she said goodbye
all I could do was cry and cry

It was the fourth of July
her pain about to end
she chose this day for freedom
off she went to ascend
her time on earth came to an end

Do not cry the preacher told me
for it was her time
the Lord called upon her
no more mountains to climb

So she smiles from above
like a gentle dove
watches over me
with all a mother's love

-James R. Lutz

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Constance La France August 7, 2019 at 12:34 PM Jim, your poem touched my heart, your pain drips from every single word. I know this pain so well, as I had to make the decision to turn off my mom's life support and set her free.. there is not a day that I do not wallow in that pain. Well done poet !

Susan Ashley August 6, 2019 at 9:02 PM The poignancy of your poem touches my being so very deeply, James. The emotions of your heart are beautifully spilled upon the page. I think I write about loss and sadness more than love and happiness too. I don’t think we ever get over the loss of our Mom. I truly appreciated your intimate poet’s note as well. Warmest wishes always.. ~Susan James Lutz August 7, 2019 at 7:44 AM Thanks, Susan! It will likely seem that I am a ball of depression and sadness, but that's not true either. It's just that when I think of writing, then I "think" deeply for words, and then instantly think of Mom, and my Grandparents, and even my best friend, my dog Jerome! I think I am quiet at such times, and then it comes out in time. -Jim

Jan Allison August 6, 2019 at 7:05 PM such a heartfelt poem James - i am so lucky I still have my amazing mum. she is elderly and in a care home but I try and see her every day:-) Welcome to PS:-) hugs Jan xx James Lutz August 7, 2019 at 7:41 AM Hi, and thanks so much for the warm welcome, Jan! It's definitely from the heart even if not expressed so eloquently as everyone else here, but I'm learning as I go. - Seeing your Mom everyday is awesome. That's what I did as time went on, and just wish I did much much more. Thanks again!! -Jim

Caren Krutsinger July 30, 2019 at 5:32 AM So sad. Every death brings back a memory of other deaths, and every funeral does the same. When you write poetry, your heart naturally writes what has called to her the most. So death and love are often the subjects of the best poems. I am glad you are here. Keep writing and keep posting! James Lutz July 31, 2019 at 9:12 AM Thank you so much, Caren! I'm extremely new, so comments are nice to see as are the helpful tips I have received! I look forward to reading your poetry and learning! -Jim

Robert Lindley July 29, 2019 at 5:39 PM This sent to me to recall our mother's passing. She too was in so much pain and I was holding her hand about ten minutes before she passed on. Seven of her 11 children were there and the sorrow was immense.. Mothers are usually the ones we miss the most since that is where we come from. Great poem my friend.. A fav.. James Lutz July 31, 2019 at 9:11 AM Thanks, Robert! I remember discussing such things with you on DP. A very tough thing to deal with, but I oddly find ways to write during those times. -Jim