In the dark days,
before you left.
I held your hand.
Pain stilled my breath
My grip willed you to remain.
My heart wandered through
our precious days again
As dawn broke
your eyes sent a silent plea.
I kissed your face.
This final gift,
mine to bestow.
Daughter to mother
The last lesson you taught me.
The art of letting go.
Ah when fledgelings leave the nest, i enjoyd yor artsy ending line and the whole swell structure of the poem. So nice to read u again.
Whan my mother passed away I lost my best friend, she is still alive in my heart, she was such a good mother. Beautiful, moving reality of letting go!
Touching poem from your heart. Yes, this is the last lesson which a mother can teach the child. Well written. Though letting go is very painful, but we have no choice.. I loved reading each lines....
As dawn broke your eyes sent a silent plea. I kissed your face. This final gift, mine to bestow. sad poem. . with a final message to the reader. learn to let go. thank u dear Noreen. tony
Nicely and beautifully crafted, this is truly The art of letting go
The second stanza brought sudden tears to my eyes, not of grief but of fulfillment because the love you displayed in granting your mother's silent plea is a blessing past all the riches of the world. MY GRIP WILLED YOU TO REMAIN such is our fond and foolish desire but the experience teaches us a very different lesson - one that is so hard to accept. But your poem is making me make that right decision again - almost two years after my mother's death. I wrote and delivered a farewell speech at her funeral, the most important thing I've ever written but I used the words of Wallace Stevens to close it, words she had appreciated when I read the poem to her years before - WE MAKE A DWELLING IN THE EVENING AIR / IN WHICH BEING THERE TOGETHER IS ENOUGH.
ok, this is worth commenting on again, and i'll send to MyPoemList. nice rhyming and description of the last parting of mom and daughter. bri :)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A moving tribute to the love you shared with your mother. Excellent. I especially like the line.....This final gift, mine to bestow.