I am among those who know that one never recovers from the loss of one deeply loved. We come to accept the death and adjust our lives - rather begrudingly, but we do not recover, we survive. Somewhere in the grief process, we make the decision to survive and then we are emotionally enabled to build a different kind of relationship with our deceased loved one.
Mother, I Don't Mind The Pain
When you died my dearest, blessed mother,
I had no sights or thoughts for tomorrow.
My soul experienced a wrenching eruption
Of pain and grief and excruciating sorrow.
The anguish of spirit: so unbearable;
The agony of mind: so intense,
The suffering in body: so unceasing,
Against all: I had no defense.
Nevertheless, beloved, I need you to know,
And I pray you can hear what I say.
I don't mind the pain I'm going through.
It's a small price, for our love, to pay.
We knew that one day we would have to part;
That death would come by in due time.
We knew how hard it would be for the other,
Who had to courageously linger behind.
But we knew our bond was worth the cost,
And valued each moment together we shared.
Now that I must without you go on,
The pain of my loss I will not be spared.
I wouldn't, if I could, give my pain away.
It's special and mine all alone.
It affirms all the love that I felt for you,
And in me, it can only be known.
So mother, though the pain of grief I endure
Will gradually and slowly subside.
The strength of the love that you and I share,
In the core of my heart will forever abide.
Rev. Saundra L. Washington, D.D., is an ordained clergywoman, social worker, and Founder of AMEN Ministries. http://www.clergyservices4u.org She is also the author of two coffee table books: Room Beneath the Snow: Poems that Preach and Negative Disturbances: Homilies that Teach. Her new book, Out of Deep Waters: A Grief Healing Workbook, will be available soon.
professional maid services Deerfield ..1) End PoemWherever you are today- Is where you were... Read More
[As Told by the Last] King: it was in the... Read More
To many people contemporary poetry is a turn-off. The reason... Read More
What Hides behind the Minute?What hides behind the minute? It... Read More
Key Largo:The fans turn lazily in front of the doorThey... Read More
FIND the MAGICFind the Magic As you release old bondage... Read More
I can see the cerulean blue of the skiesOr the... Read More
Isn't that what they say?But what does that mean?There's no... Read More
Ironically, the passion that can neutralize the repulsion for difficulties... Read More
I AM SO GRATEFUL for simpler times. Stores were closed... Read More
Advance: Mr. Dennis Siluk's poetry can have its fire-hearted twists:... Read More
You make me smile like I've seldom done before You... Read More
Amy King Antidotes for an Alibi BlazeVox Books ISBN 0-9759227-5-0... Read More
AFRICA (to africans in diaspora)africa here i come, africa africa... Read More
YOU MIGHT THINK I AM STRONGI THINK YOU GOT IT... Read More
Have you ever thought about how nice it would be... Read More
#25The King and Delka [Split Mawkishness-on Moiromma /Part V]Sickly SentimentalityI... Read More
Kafka lands resurrected in Crewe deposited by a silvery alien... Read More
Ed Gallagher Dec. 11, 1907 - Sept. 5, 2004This poem... Read More
Bells for Belphegor!...Where immortal veils never meet Belphegor, Arch devil... Read More
Part oneI see them in the skies I hear them... Read More
"To My Dear and Loving Husband" was written by America's... Read More
Footprints to Mantaro Valley (Peru; in English and Spanish)In what... Read More
1)dying in the bar [sluggishly]yet, I would crawl too upto... Read More
The Goat and the Ropewhere there were devils I saw... Read More
quick home cleaning Lake Forest ..You make me smile like I've seldom done before You... Read More
The Goat and the Ropewhere there were devils I saw... Read More
Tale of the Brick Maker, Of San Jer?nimo, Peru... Read More
I'm not well. Can't you tell? Kinda low, so,... Read More
There I sat, ninety-five degree weatherOutside; the bookstore caf?, was... Read More
You can do and you can be whatever you want.... Read More
In the midst of darkness, there is light. In... Read More
Have you ever sat there staring at the paper, ready... Read More
Let's follow the poet to his Hell and heaven! Count... Read More
In the quiet of the arctic night- In its deep... Read More
I get up in the morningAnd want to stay in... Read More
Amy King's first full-length collection, Antidotes for an Alibi, insists... Read More
You can show your poem to your mom, your spouse,... Read More
Old skin, once held tight Against her skeleton- Rose no... Read More
What's a prisoner to do when justice fails and... Read More
Delicately, my mind was selecting a muffled tune, out of... Read More
A poetic comment that just welled up inside my head... Read More
When I hear your voice inside my head it makes... Read More
You are to me my lifeline my security. That scares... Read More
If you are serious about seeing your work published by... Read More
Since Mohamed Ali?then Cassius Clay?announced that he had written "The... Read More
Writing innovative poetry, the kind of poetry that reputable literary... Read More
Once upon a midnight dreary, coffee cold and vision... Read More
Ole Bulky JeepsThrough late summer's heat These bulky shaped jeeps... Read More
Ah! Leave the gold, wealth and landSays the Inca King?;... Read More
Poetry |