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David Viewing Mother
Mother didn’t exist for millions of years. She was born in the summer of 1977. She lived forty-five years before ceasing to exist on May 2, 2023. Now, she is only in the memories of others.
These were my thoughts as I watched mother’s last lover, David, lean over her casket. I imagined the panicked stirrings he and my mother created together and the sense of gratitude he must have felt the moment she led him into her heat. They would have fallen into a fluid rhythm, gently sliding together toward heaven.
He touched the lines at the corners of Mother's eyes. “I remember how they wrinkled when she laughed,” he whispered to me.
Now all is silent. The animation of forty-five years has ceased. Thoughts no longer linger behind her placid brow.
He turned to me. In his eyes I saw the love they’d shared at the brief intersection of their existence.
These were my thoughts as I watched mother’s last lover, David, lean over her casket. I imagined the panicked stirrings he and my mother created together and the sense of gratitude he must have felt the moment she led him into her heat. They would have fallen into a fluid rhythm, gently sliding together toward heaven.
He touched the lines at the corners of Mother's eyes. “I remember how they wrinkled when she laughed,” he whispered to me.
Now all is silent. The animation of forty-five years has ceased. Thoughts no longer linger behind her placid brow.
He turned to me. In his eyes I saw the love they’d shared at the brief intersection of their existence.
Published 12th May 2023
| Edited 1st Jun 2023
Author's Note
These thoughts came to me during Mother's viewing before cremation.
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The romantic in me thinks it so lovely he got the chance to reunite face to face with your mother before she was laid to rest, and share with you what he liked in her face. Coincidentally I had started to think of him early this morning after re-reading the first poem of hers mentioning his name. I pray he heals of any hurts or regrets her departure may have caused him (imagining myself in such shoes). Thank you for that sharing.
13th May 2023 3:24am
13th May 2023 4:05am
This is truly a wonderful read. A masterfully handled subject. It pulls the reader in, solemnly.
Well done.
Well done.
4th Jul 2023 7:02am
Following a re-read, favourite sentences:
I imagined the panicked stirrings he and my mother created together and the sense of gratitude he must have felt the moment she led him into her heat. They would have fallen into a fluid rhythm, gently sliding together toward heaven.
I imagined the panicked stirrings he and my mother created together and the sense of gratitude he must have felt the moment she led him into her heat. They would have fallen into a fluid rhythm, gently sliding together toward heaven.
