Last year my mother died.
I was not there; she died alone.
It was mid-winter when
we buried her. The roads were treacherous
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How right, that the weather should fit the bleakness, the pain in your heart. I felt the aloneness, the hurt. I to have lost my mother, and she was my dearest and best friend, and tho' it has been a long time, this work freshened my pain, because it was 12 years ago this month that she left me. Thank you for helping me remember how much I miss her. Linda
You have a great talent for writing. Excellent poem. But I wonder if your religious views can reconcile with my friend Tom Prato? Regards Tan
sad, and the winter that seems to be your soul in those days, very beautiful analogy! a great piece of work! ~~Elya Thorn~~
Beautiful, particularly the last lines. And how wonderful that poetry has woven itself through the generations! Small note: I suspect you meant 'known' in line 11. Just me being picky, but a nice read regardless.
My heart to yours. I too lost my mother. Something I to this day find so hard to accept. She was my life. Your poem is excellent and yuor imagery is beautiful. Wishing you a gentle healing. Rene'
A nice musicality to this poem - certainly makes you feel that cold.
You are right there, Peter, 'appropriate' is the word to use. There's desolation too, and a sudden stopping of time and thoughts. Numbness really I suppose takes over. A lovely write about a very sad happening in ones life. Something a lot of us experience I'm afraid. A sad time. Very well told. Love Ernestine XXX
I love this poem, it speaks to the heart. A truly sad time, expressed so well. Thankyou for sharing.------Melvina