General Poetry posted November 20, 2017

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Losing a mother is being alone forever.


by Brigitte Elko

Oh, what a sacred conferment it must have been

to become an angel bestowed with halo and wings.

With God, a partner, to repose by your side, sharing

your angelic face and Athena-like smile, only with him.

The lurking guiding light from you to beam my way up,

I see it and shall follow, beckoned by his sacred call.

Sharing only with him, The Almighty, ruler of all.

With droplets streaming I loudly proclaim,

"Our Father and my mother, who art in Heaven..."

Lonely is an inadequate word for this harrowing pain.

I ceaselessly cry out in vain, a grievous soul who

Can't bear to part with all that is left of my lonely heart.


Mom's wish, not mine, was that she be cremated. I honored her request. I found her passed away, a vision that will haunt me forever. This very urn is in a special place surrounded always by flowers. Every day, I speak to mom when I pass by it and unconsciously await a reply. You only have one mom and a hole is left that can not be filled when she is gone and only memories remain. Rest in peace, Mom, I love you and will see you again...
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