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In My Last Days - Mother's Poem
On this time-bound ride in space
we are short stories at best.
Some lives only a passing thought.
My life is singular and simple,
one of little consequence.
I’ve loved with passion.
I've made and sustained new life.
She is allI leave to the world,
but she too will pass.
Even in what must surely be
my last days, men find
comfort in me and I in them.
Their lust sustains my life,
but all our happy cries of pleasure
will soon be silenced.
Don’t cry when I am no more.
Those who honor their promises will die
as surely as those who break all vows.
I am the latter and will carry nothing
beyond the moment of my passing.
All will remain as it should be.
we are short stories at best.
Some lives only a passing thought.
My life is singular and simple,
one of little consequence.
I’ve loved with passion.
I've made and sustained new life.
She is allI leave to the world,
but she too will pass.
Even in what must surely be
my last days, men find
comfort in me and I in them.
Their lust sustains my life,
but all our happy cries of pleasure
will soon be silenced.
Don’t cry when I am no more.
Those who honor their promises will die
as surely as those who break all vows.
I am the latter and will carry nothing
beyond the moment of my passing.
All will remain as it should be.
Published 2nd Jul 2023
| Edited 16th Jul 2023
Author's Note
Another poem found in mother’s memory files. It was dated mid-April, less than a month before her death. The photo is from happier times.
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2nd Jul 2023 5:37pm
From the middle verse, it seems her passions were not enough to keep her incented to live. I would want to keep alive so that relatives and friends and those who enjoy my company would still have the benefit of my company.
3rd Jul 2023 12:01pm
Perhaps she thought you were independent enough and that she had done a successful job of setting you up on your feet. (If I was a parent I would not be too quick to presume that as an excuse to let go of my own life.)
10th Jul 2023 1:00am
I feel it's kinda broadly true what your mother is saying here but like you, I'm sure you can't help feeling so frustrated that she felt there was no other way than surrender! Btw, I wrote a poem recently called, 'The Last Child!'
23rd Jul 2023 1:24pm
Sorry for my slow response. I was not reading much for a while. I read your poem, Last Child, and loved it.
23rd Jul 2023 1:48pm
