Best Motherpain Poems
MOM
I think of you always
your memory will not fade
I never left your side that night
and never let go of your hand
You were fighting so hard
tears flowing from your eyes
the pain was to much to bear
I told you not to worry I said I would be okay
I kissed you cheek and you closed your eyes
Then the pain was finally gone away
A poem for my mom who was taken to soon
I listened to old messages on my phone
of people calling while I was listening or was not home
One call was from my mom saying 'where you at thought you were coming down
where did u go.She sounded so happy and wondered why I did not show.I had no
good reason I just did not want to go.I feel so bad fore in the next messages the pain
started to show. I would go see her she would not smile or cry, come to find out later
her extreme pain was the reason why.i took her to the doctor to disclose how she felt
not expecting the knockout blow we would be dealt.Sent to a hospice that very day
within a week my mother would pass away. I guess what I am trying to say is I really
wish I would have went that day.
Left
© By Holly W. Schwartztol
Early on that morning
I wracked my brain
Trying to solve
A computer glitch
As I left the wretched machine
I rose and felt suddenly dizzy
And as the room spun
I chided myself
Saying this isn’t worth
Your having a stroke
I lay down on the bed
Listened to a disc
That promised
Relaxation and rest
My head stopped throbbing
And the phone rang
The caller ID said
Mother
What was she doing at
Home in mid-morning?
Only the voice on
The other end
Wasn’t hers
But the
Maid I’d never met
Telling me of mother’s
Neck pain and strange speech
And then I knew
That my pain had
Really belonged to her
That my dizziness
Reflected hers and that
It was she who was
In fact having a stroke
Frantic calls ensued
Between Miami and New York
A neurologist
Saying that the stroke
Had been massive
That the prognosis was grim
Words of paralysis
And irretrievable
Brain damage
I faxed the living will
Which is really the
Will of the living isn’t it?
We sat by her bedside
For four endless days
And then her breath
Was no more and she was gone.
And at 62 I was
Suddenly an orphan
Both parents gone
The older brother
Having gone 40 years ago
How do I live in
This world
On this planet
As the lonely satellite
The last member
Of my nuclear family
Here to sift through
The pictures
And the letters
And all the memorabilia that
Make up a life
My earliest memory is rather sad
I watched my mother die
Only memory of her I ever had
Through all the tears I cry
Some poems seem so hard to write
Will the pain never end?
Poetry to me is a spiritual fight
One that I hope to win
Most painful memory I can’t forget
One I cannot let go
It is a pain that I’ll never regret
Because I love her so
I don’t understand what a meter is
Or if I ever will
But I know that this truthful rhyme
Expresses how I feel