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A Snapshot of Grief in Process
I miss my mom more
than ever could be imagined
before I had the chance.
Gone is gone;
never another word spoken
between us; no more secrets shared.
The finality of it is crushing.
I also have guilt in the in-between.
She suffered with her illness
and because of her illness
more than was right
to ask of anyone.
Yet we demanded.
Her addiction was an escape
from a place without reprieve
and therein is a tragedy
which hurts me to my bones.
Like mother like daughter,
I know her pain.
She is at peace, of this I’m sure;
isn’t suffering anymore, a fact.
Her choices led to leaving
this place and I’ve offered up
my acceptance.
She never did let another soul
tell her what to do,
that’s for damn sure.
I loved that about her
almost most of the time
than ever could be imagined
before I had the chance.
Gone is gone;
never another word spoken
between us; no more secrets shared.
The finality of it is crushing.
I also have guilt in the in-between.
She suffered with her illness
and because of her illness
more than was right
to ask of anyone.
Yet we demanded.
Her addiction was an escape
from a place without reprieve
and therein is a tragedy
which hurts me to my bones.
Like mother like daughter,
I know her pain.
She is at peace, of this I’m sure;
isn’t suffering anymore, a fact.
Her choices led to leaving
this place and I’ve offered up
my acceptance.
She never did let another soul
tell her what to do,
that’s for damn sure.
I loved that about her
almost most of the time
Published 19th May 2022
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19th May 2022 5:45am
Dear L,
The portrait you’ve painted of your mother’s strength and devotion is profound and loving and your reader can really feel that. The ache of this loss is dominant throughout but the love overrides it. Only talent of this caliber can effect this emotion. I’m very sorry about your mom. I think she’d be tickled to read this poem for her. It’s really sweet, very raw and filled with love. H🌷
The portrait you’ve painted of your mother’s strength and devotion is profound and loving and your reader can really feel that. The ache of this loss is dominant throughout but the love overrides it. Only talent of this caliber can effect this emotion. I’m very sorry about your mom. I think she’d be tickled to read this poem for her. It’s really sweet, very raw and filled with love. H🌷
19th May 2022 1:40pm
19th May 2022 11:16am
good last sentence. nice piece. we could all do more regards real loved ones but sometimes we take things for granted. and then it's too late. most sensible people will relate to your honesty here.
good stuff.
dan
good stuff.
dan
19th May 2022 1:40pm
28th Jun 2022 2:49am
Powerful and heart tugging at the same time. It shows strength and resilience that runs in the family.
Thank you for sharing
Thank you for sharing
28th Jun 2022 4:23pm
10th Jul 2022 6:12pm
Hoi hoi
Sorry I’m late.
A very brave and deeply human story.
A very very Wonderful piece of work!
Hat off*!!!
Kind regards, Gus
*how many hats do you wear at the same time? Not more than one surely! Hence: hat off!
Sorry I’m late.
A very brave and deeply human story.
A very very Wonderful piece of work!
Hat off*!!!
Kind regards, Gus
*how many hats do you wear at the same time? Not more than one surely! Hence: hat off!
10th Jul 2022 6:22pm
29th Jul 2022 2:56am
