- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Return to Love
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Click hereNote: My mother passed away last week, and this poem was written immediately after my final
hospital visit. Some of the images may be disturbing...
Your hand caressed my cheek...
In the background, metronomic machines beeping
People rushing in and out
Doctors trying to save her life
as blood pressure no longer can support it
And delicately traced the subtle curve of my nose...
I hear gasping and weeping
as firm palms press against her chest
But there is nothing, no response at all
save the relentless flat line marking time
Then made an arc on my forehead...
muttering, muttering, incomplete phrases
brain dead brain dead brain dead brain...
ventilator ventilator ventilator vent...
no chance no chance no chance no chan...
As you smiled, proud of your youngest creation...
I stared finally, at the chalky face
eyes open, pupils wide, unblinking stare
perhaps surprised at the final moment
beyond the drama, in the field of dreams
Your hand then moved down to my tender neck...
No, that's not my mom
she didn't look like that
Where's the rosy color in her cheeks
the lovely smile, the ruddy skin
As you hugged your first and only son...
NO! NOT BRAIN DEAD!! SHOW EM MOM!
KEEP LOVING YOUR FAMILY WHO NEEDS YOU!
MAKE US DINNER, FOLD OUR LAUNDRY,
KEEP US WHOLE, TOGETHER, ONE VOICE!!
On the first day of Kindergarten...
In the distance, plugs are pulled
and sheets attempt to cover
what never was intended to be seen...
Yet, I must look forever
At hands that loll awkwardly
the odd twist of the jaw
Deep wrinkled caverns under the closed eyes
Purple blotchy arms and legs
Mother and son are together again
transcending the dull reality
You need to leave now sir...
Don't worry
I was never here
And neither was she...
- COMMENTS
WickedEvealmost 18 years agoI am so sorry about your mother.
I'd like to comment on the poem itself. I'd like to put aside that this is so personal. As far as poetry goes, it's not only good, but those last few stanzas are powerful.
In the distance, plugs are pulled
and sheets attempt to cover
what never was intended to be seen...
Yet, I must look forever
At hands that loll awkwardly
the odd twist of the jaw
Deep wrinkled caverns under the closed eyes
Purple blotchy arms and legs
Mother and son are together again
transcending the dull reality
You need to leave now sir...
Don't worry
I was never here
And neither was she...
Maria2394almost 18 years agoI resisted reading this when it first appeared,( because the death of my own mom is still so vivid in my own mind) but after I got your note, I couldnt NOT read it.
This poem, although so very sad, is probably one of your very best poems. I love the way you have a separate message in the form of single lines. Your mother would most certainly be proud of you.
giant hugs,
maria
Anonymousalmost 18 years agoand terrible poem, Sack. My heart goes out to you for your loss.
Anonymousalmost 18 years agomy condolences, Sack.
This is a sad and touching poem. The last stanza, in particular, was quite moving.
