Long Mothernight Poems
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Sleep eludes me, my thoughts engulf me...
The room is quiet....
I hear a branch outside my window, scratch the glass, in winter's wind
I cannot slumber, I cannot escape the waiting, I have no tears left to cry
Reflected shadows, dark silhouettes of trembling trees, hover over me
Oh God,... please take her now...
Is it early morn, or early evening? It is so hard to tell...
when day is night, and night is day,... each passing hour seems alike.
At last it seems this night that would never end,
is quickly giving away to morning
Restlessly, I turn to face the wall
In the faint light, I can barely see the flowered wallpaper
in pale pastels, ....sweet roses.......
I count them one by one, soft shades, a trace of the pink that they used to be
worn by the years, faded by the sunlight that comes in the afternoon light...
before the darkness filled the room....
I remember when she picked this cheery pattern...so bright with color
Another time, ..... an eternity ago,
It is loose at the seams, just a faint remnant of color....
Again, I turn my head to check on her.
The large poster bed, holds her like a small child
She looks lost among the covers.
I see the frailness, a delicate shell of the woman she used to be,
The bedside clock ticks steadily... winding down...hour by hour, minute by minute
I watch the movement of her chest as it barely rises, and falls
So shallow the breathing, it struggles and she endures
I thank God that she seems to be sleeping
And I pray that her dreams are happy ones
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My daughter keeps the time
From a place where I was fine
To a night I won’t forget
To a night I could regret
But I won’t.
Great Meteor showers
And unspoken words
Nine months, nine days and hours
And I became the Middle-aged Matron
Of a Beautiful Red Haired Daughter.
She came flying into this world
Just as the sky unfurled
During one of the most intense
storms of that wonderful
Gemini June.
Then the rains that came
Pouring down
Chose just as quickly then to go
The darkness miraculously abated
And the dark clouds parted ways
So the sun could put on its show.
A double rainbow was soon filling the skies
God’s sign that he was nigh
A vision that could foretell
His promise that all there was
And all that had been
And that all would be
Would be
More than well.
His personal promise to me.
That this child was meant to be
And the world would someday see
In years and years to come
That she would someday mirror
Both my image and show the better part of me.
In her being she will show
That I did the right thing
And that I didn’t take the easy road.
And I am quite sure
That she will prove
Through her actions, thoughts and deeds
That she will more than deserve
The chance to walk the earth
To live and love and laugh and breathe.
I gave her her life
The gift of having a life.
The chance to create a life.
The chance to be.
I love her so very dearly
She is the well cherished embodiment of me.
(November 13, 2010 Wausau, Wisconsin)
(c) Copyright 2010 by Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved
There was a woman
With a college education
Who gave up a career
For a better occupation
Loving mother and doting wife
She somehow devoted her life
Stayed at home and made do
Lived a little lean for children of two
Then one day received a special
Invitation, to join in this celebration
She decided to study news
Catch up on political views
Studied at night when all did sleep
To be ready for event in one week
Then the night was finally here
Next to a four star general
Her name did apprear
She was able to carry on decent
Conversation; while she was next
To him at the table
But her face did red appear
When she realized that
She was cutting his meat
And calling him dear
(The general went away with a smile on his face.)
i can hear it far off in the distant night
the loud and sobering cry's of some poor child
the sounds now express his never ending fright
what could have gotten his guardian so dam riled
eats me up deep inside if i have to hide
i take off into the night to save a life
i ran beyond my self i ran with a long stride
and in my hands there rested a really big knife
busted through the door the boy lied there on the floor
waited one night to many i think to my self
if only i had not waited a second more
it is a bloody knife laid up on a shelf
and there she is down in the corner for ever
to remember her part in a wild endeavour