So joyful, but so painful
Mother's departure to God's table
Mother's apartment
Her essence fills the room
The clock ticking, the bird chirping
Waiting for the dawn
'Is the coffee on'
here is the comment i tried sending days ago, but ended up sending to Hank as a message. :) i shall now put Melrose Morning into my/our May showcase. Thanks. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - All mothers have to leave sometime. I bet she was a good one and YOU a good (enough) son. My sister and I were at at our mom's bedside, but, strangely, I can't remember if we were there when she technically 'kicked the bucket' in a hospital in 2005 (2004?) . I also have a poem about her 'end' on PH. Bri :) 100th Birthday [missed By 'Mom']...... [short; My Mom; Death; Serious But Not Sad] Well Mom missed this day by almost nine years. At ninety-one(?) we escorted her from this “veil of tears”. But no tears I had the June day she passed. Her will was NOT to live just in order to “last”. She’d actually tried to end her life three years before, but by bad timing and stomach-pumping she missed Death’s Door. Then again she found herself in a hospital, ailing, in 2005 (?) . My sister and I pushed a “morphine drip” till she was no longer alive. Rest In Peace, dear Mom. [December 30,1913-June 20(?) ,2005(?) ] (December 30,2013) Bri Edwards
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The poem name attracted me from Bri's May showcase. I decided to read on author's page like Bri often suggests. But never knew what I would be reading. Sad, tender, delicate and full of love. Thanks for sharing.