Greetings, digital friends!
My mother passed away one year ago today.
For months after she died, I was numb. Did not cry. Did not hurt. Nothing. It felt like something was wrong with me. Something broken in me.
And then, one rainy day, I startled from my work to see a robin at the window screen… staring at me. I walked over to shoo it away, but it held its ground, and continued staring.
This occurred every day for almost a week. Some days several times. Us staring at each other.
I felt a profound (perhaps spiritual) connection to my mother from the interaction with this bird. She loved robins. And this poem was the result of that connection.
Not going to lie… this was no great healing moment in the sense of opening some fairy tale floodgate of feelings. It was not… nor has it been even one year later. Still awaiting that catharsis.
But it was, in those moments, something deeply special… and beautiful.
Please let me know your thoughts and reactions to this poem in the Comments section below.
-PS Conway ☘️ ☘️ ☘️
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a robin alights
the falling rain outside the windowpane
reflects the poet’s mien, all gloom and gray,
a heart ground to dust then scattered to wind
the enormity of loss, can’t begin
to articulate with words such sorrow,
the gray of today, the black of tomorrow,
a mother lost too soon, e’en the Muses
weep and grow mute, mottled thought confuses
the poet who feels so alone in the rain.
felt first, then seen, a robin alights on
the window screen, peeking and pecking, dawn
reflecting from her winsome crimson breast,
staring fulsome at the sour poet lest
her intent be misconstrued, jet black eyes
mesmerize the saturnist, cannot disguise
the love of a mother for her lost child
the tender eyes of a love so beguiled
helps the poet feel less alone in the rain.