Driving On Auto-Pilot Comments

How they did it. Sorry for your loss indeed mother ar in a diffrnt category. A geat write n imagery

I can relate.While in shock 1 culd drive auto pilot is a feeln dat 1 wil always luck bac 2 an wonda

Paul, just read this poem - I'm sorry she didn't make a good recovery. I hope the time before her passing was happy for you both.

This is such an intimate poem. Having recently lost my own mother, I have at least an inkling of your feelings. The actions are all auto-pilot, as you, said, It seems to me it doesn't really matter whether death is expected or even welcomed... the loss is still truly the same. Sorry for your loss, Mike

A truely heartfelt piece Paul, how the last line sums up the numbness and the pain, A fantastic read that I know will touch the hearts of many, thaks for posting, Regards Tom

this is a shock after reading the other poem...i was hoping she'd live longer...i don't know what to say, death is strange...and the death of the person who carried you into this life must the the strangest yet....

The poem suggests that feelings are ''driven'' by the personal control, as well as levels of cognitive functioning, following a nonlinear trajectory and corresponding to that of similar situations.There are a few very important problems of life and death and the poet tries to find the balance and rid himself of them.The feelings for his mother are crossed through his pain, because of loosing her in death...excellent poem.10++++ from me

The title of this poem says it all; the pragmatic, seemingly detached reaction to the news - searching in the regulations / dressing appropriately / stopping for tea on the long journey. But, underneath that stalling, 'auto-pilot' persona, there lies that raw emotion that touches the reader's heart. The 'need to be clean for her' and that unspoken touch of her cheek; 'how cold her cheek was'. The troubled boy peeps through in the comparison with the death of pets. And then there are the repetitive words and the effective line breaks in the first and final stanza - 'mothers/ are in the first category...mothers/ are in a different category.' So subtle, yet so sad. S: (

I really love this. And perhaps, she didn't want you standing over her to catch her last breath. They are finding out that we have a lot more choice over the moment we leave than you would ever think. Great writing. I could really feel it when you registered that you were too late; retracing in your mind the things that you felt you had loitered too long at doing, before you were able to make it to her side.