To My Mother's Memory (The Drop Of A Feather) Poem by Valsa George
To My Mother's Memory (The Drop Of A Feather)
The dawn broke, tearing the dark shroud of gloom,
And lights turned on to greet another day,
Life taking its new course all around,
but in this room, life coming to an end!
No stir except the sound of faint breathing,
strangled hoarse within her feeble throat.
Walking over to the bed, I took her fragile hand,
and stroked it mildly in slow rhythm,
Smoothed the soft fleecy hair, lying dishevelled
that remained once so neatly combed.
I watched life gently slipping away,
The inevitable end to an eventful play!
Breaking all bounds, memories cascaded out,
and the mind changed into a river in spate,
Fondly surveyed her features and the face,
with a foreboding of never getting another chance.
Looked into the heart that held within,
an ocean of love that ebbed and swelled.
Words struggled to fly out from my lips,
Words never, ever said,
but took for granted that she knew.
I sensed the dampness on my cheeks,
and a lump forming within my throat.
This woman taught me once for all,
I could do what ever I set my mind to,
Who with wings out spread stood hovering,
Over her chicks when eagles swooped down.
Exhorted to brave daringly ahead,
through the dank and dark corridors of life
chasing the glimmer of light,
at the threshold of a brighter world.
Insisted on not to beguile the just,
But hold on to truth always.
I stood silent, my gaze fixed on the limp figure,
Now resting calmly on a propped up bed,
Her dried up bosom heaving high and low,
I knew her breath slowly dying down.
With a strained belch, she turned her head sideways,
With a sudden flutter, her sealed eyes were opened ajar.
Her benevolent eyes fixed on my face for once,
Did a smile fleet across that pallid face?
Oh! The eyeballs suddenly turned upwards,
And her mouth, slightly opened to let out the breath
She went noiselessly with so much ease,
like a feather, falling gently on the ground.
Vacantly I watched a solitary loon flying west ward,
and beyond the horizon it disappeared like a mote.
You painted your mother's passing so vividly and it aroused feelings of loss and grief. Written so poignantly. Beautiful, I was deeply touched!
All else on earth may vanish but the memories of mother will forever remain........Valsa.......none could forget mother's dear, sweet face always aglow with love, hope and happiness.............very delicately crafted....every word brings tears...........I am touched.....
May God bless you and Heaven smile upon you Valsa for this extremely touching poem. I too lost a mother in March of 2011. She is still very much fresh in my memory because I too was with her in her passing. I was very contented to be with her as she was taking her last breath. I did not think I would have been able to withstand it but God gave me the strength and courage to do it. Oh how I loved her so! She was only lent to me by God so I had to let her go. A very thoughtful write.
as one who has witnessed the moment of passage many - too many- times, the unmistakeable signs here are that the feather didn't drop to the ground. rather, wafted and lifted by that wind that never stops blowing...never...it soared home, where it waits for you to stop by and visit, Valsa.
The bird at last flew away leaving behind a helpless chic gifting her a colourful feather. Marvellous poem describing the last minutes of a dear life. A tribute filled up with emotion
Part- 2 Oh! The eyeballs suddenly turned upwards, And her mouth, slightly opened to let out the breath It is a great tribute to your mother. Thanks for sharing here.
Part - 1 The love and affection, care and stare of a mother is unforgettable. The death of mother gives her children a great shock. I lost my mother at the age of sixteen, I know how painful the moment of mother' s passing by. You have so touchingly and vividly inscribed this blue poem regarding your mother aptly. Here I want to quote some lines. Her benevolent eyes fixed on my face for once, Did a smile fleet across that pallid face?
All stanzas in this magnificent write stand out. Superb imagery. Superb poem.10 and on to my Poem List.
A poignant write yet so beautiful. Each and every word touches the core of the heart. So vividly depicted as if I witnessed a peacefull passing away of a dear mother. Yet, beyond this scene, it captures the inherent love between a mother and daughter. A love that could never be conquered even the greatest of all storms.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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12/5/2025 1:52:20 AM # 1.0.0
valsa, i wondered seeing the title, then confirmed reading the poem, that it bears some striking similarities to my poem, how faint and elusive... i'm reminded again that in our shared experience as human beings we see around the world the appearance again and again of what carl jung called archetypes. -glen