How can you fathom,
The breadth of pain
Of a loving mother,
Predeceased by her beloved child?
Do you measure her tears?
Do the tears in her eyes
Reach the lowest level of the deep blue sea
Or do they flow like a river?
I knew how,
When my uncle died.
My grandmother
Went straight to her grave.
Copyright 2017, Rose Marie Juan-Austin, All Rights Reserved
A mother's love is incomparable! It is like a well never exhausted! The more we draw from it, the more it gets filled! The death of a child is the greatest blow, a mother can get! It will drown her in grief, send her even to her grave, as happened in the case of your grand mother! A heartfelt write!
Typo...losing instead of loosing...Revisiting a beautiful written poem...10+++
I don't think any one person but a mother would know the answer of loosing a child...Great poem...10+++
A mother's love is unparalleled, who can love more than a mother. A nice gratitude to the mothers.
Nothing can replace a mother's tenderness. I remember what a friend told me: when my mother passed away: 'That was when I felt truly alone—as if I had no one left.'
Reach the lowest level of the deep blue sea Or do they flow like a river?
True. But a mother who watches the prolonged suffering of her son might find his death a preferable alternative.
An excellent write describing the limitless pain in a mother's heart if child dies before her death.very heart touching.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The love of a mother is immeasurable as well the agony she gets is indescribable. The death of a child before her brings unbearable pain which makes her go straight to her grave. The description on Mother's agony is so touching and heartrending. Great write.