Oh...It Seems....Just Yesterday
Author's note:
.....At my mother's bedside...just before her death...February 2001...South Bend, IN.
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When raging fever wracked my body
Who caressed my aching head
Before I learned to feed myself
Who saw to it that I was fed
Though she needs my help this morning
...There is nothing I can do...
To ease such dreadful suffering
...You've seen fit...to put her through
May I remind You...of my childhood
....Oh...It seems...just yesterday
Family gatherings....around Your altar
...It was she....who led the way
Now..in her name...I beg forgiveness
...Deemed transgressions...whatever sin
This...the child....of all those Sundays
...Thank You Lord...Dear God...Amen
Author's Note:
“The suspense: the fearful, acute suspense: of standing idly by while the life of one we dearly love, is trembling in the balance; the racking thoughts that crowd upon the mind, and make the heart beat violently, and the breath come thick, by the force of the images they conjure up before it; the desperate anxiety to be doing something to relieve the pain, or lessen the danger, which we have no power to alleviate; the sinking of soul and spirit, which the sad remembrance of our helplessness produces; what tortures can equal these; what reflections of endeavours can, in the full tide and fever of the time, allay them! ”
― Charles Dickens
Losing one's mother is never easy, I lost mine in 2004. I too wrote about it in two poems [Mama's Gone and Hospice]. This is a beautiful, albeit sad tribute you have penned about your mom... yes it is so hard to see someone you love lying there in pain and there's nothing you can do... but pray. Take care James, Shirley
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
powerful and makes me dread the day that will come for me sometime. been there done that but not with my folks yet. i am so new to poetry I would nto be qualified to critique another, but I know what moves me. You have done this