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Mama
Mama...mama...mama
Where are you now? I just can't
accept..No mama why so soon?
You see I just...I was
planning to visit you on New Year's eve.
Me, my lover, we planned... we did!
Honest! but we thought you got better and it was
difficult because...fireworks. There were
fireworks everywhere and I am scared of them
so we decided to visit you by the next day
but mom woke me up
"Mama's dead! Why didn't you visit her when you can?"
Mama...mama..mama...
NO! MAMA NO! I still wanted to visit you!
What happened to you?
you are stiff Mama!
you are getting cold! MAMA!
I'm sorry mama.
Let me clean your hands... they are dirty
from the gauze...
Mama, let me kiss you mama. I wish
I kissed you when you were still
warm. Mama, the priest is here,
he will say prayers for you since you
like prayers right?
I don't believe in them but if it makes
you happy...
Mama...
I'm sorry...
Please come back...
...
...
...
Comments
Esker
Sun, 2015-03-29 01:56
Haunted...
I ran away from my mother in the end.
a powerful force in our family
the Dragon Lady
but I came here to sit and read your
poem...Every mother is different
maybe I can learn from this poem
what I could have done better!
Fear too kept me away
Not fireworks
but of the explosive nature
of words to put people down
Each culture is different
in respect and care of
elders.present..illness
and in passing
the plaintive narrative
of voice in this
for me lends a sympathetic
ear
the last line works very well
in aspects of desire and
wish to the passed mother
to "come back"
a youthful desire
wish
but there are no more
words
I was meaning to see
my aging father in
the spring and he
died of a stroke in
winter
it was said he
mourned not seeing
me
Come back...yes..
Thank You!
judyanne
Fri, 2015-04-03 07:07
very sad
and very well written
we all can relate to this, i am sure ... i would think everybody has at one time or another wished they' d visited someone before they died... I know i do my grandfather....
nice to meet you katrina
love judy
xxx
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KatrinaPhotophobia
Mon, 2015-04-20 15:38
yes
I wish we could turn back time.
wesley snow
Sat, 2015-04-04 17:24
Exactly.
Nice to meet you Katrina.
Upfront, I don't much care for verso libre, but often something works and entertains me. This is depressing, but still emotionally written.
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KatrinaPhotophobia
Mon, 2015-04-20 15:38
Thank you
I will when I have time. I am a very busy person but could write when I have time. Thank you very much :)
Sparrow
Mon, 2015-04-20 19:19
Katrina
We always think that we should be there at the passing of our Mother or Father, but it cannot be most times, it is then so hard to accept that they have left .
It is according to what you believe, so fill that space with all the happy things they gave you no matter how small and rejoice that they chose you to be their child.
Lovely to see you back here again I hope to see you join in, time permitting.
Take care and come walk with us a while,
Yours Ian
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