George Dudley


God's Face - Poem by George Dudley

Stomach sickly, in a knot
shall I stop,
shall I turn homeward with my guilt
burning fiercer than my fear?
Drive on.

It's that Sunday
again to see my unforgiven self
in that stranger's eyes,
eyes that stare as newborns
at the face of God.
Drive on.

Semi-circled holding pens,
once full lives now hollow husks,
drying dying brains
living in the who knows where.
Move on.

She looks through me to God,
she looks to Him and why?
is in her eyes.
I put her here, the mother I don't know.
she exists - that's it - exists.
Stay on.

I signed the paper; me, the one
she brought into this world.
Is this her payment now?
'It's for the best' they say
I wonder if she feels that way.
Who knows? - she cannot say.
Stay on.

I talk, she does not understand,
she doesn't know who I am, why I am,
I know not now the why.
I'll leave soon, she will not cry.
Hold on.

What is the point?
I ask myself.
Mutual strangers, that we are.
I suffer, she does not, it seems
each time we meet she gets
a brand new friend.
Hold on.

I stand, I pause, I say goodbye,
she looks once more at Him.
Our roles reverse, she is the child.
I become the mother, leaving,
deserting, abandoning.
the stomach knot returning.
Drive home.

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Poet's Notes about The Poem

This poem puts into words my emotions as I visited my mother who was stricken with Senile Dementia.

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, February 12, 2014

Poem Edited: Friday, February 21, 2014


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