the motherless child

Greetings, my digital friends!

Tough week. My mother passed away November 12, 2021. Two years Sunday.

I am sure many of you have dealt with loss and grief. It’s a truly tragic reality of the human condition.

It also ebbs and flows like a dark tide. This week’s poem captures a very raw, dark moment for me in that ocean of tears.

While deeply personal, what I hope is that it helps you know you are not alone in your sorrow.

That it is ok to feel so sad. That it may even provide some relief to allow it to come forward from those little emotional hidey-holes we create.

Most of all, after it passes, that we reach out to those we love and hold them tighter than they might like… and appreciate these most precious and beautiful moments we call life.

Big electronic hugs to all who need them.

Please let me know your thoughts, feelings, and reactions to this poem in the ‘Leave a Reply’ comment section at the bottom of this page.

-PS Conway ☘️ ☘️ ☘️

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the motherless child

the motherless child retrieves
his quill filled with memories and ink
to think long and hard
to feel the drip ~ drip ~ drip
of tears that stain and smear his words

how do you say, “i love you,”
without the wince of time’s cruel grind?
when a heart has forgotten her words
her voice
her hug so tight he might break

might shatter like glass into tiny shards
each a reflection of a light
forgotten and consumed by the night
crushed beneath the callousness
of life’s oft unbearable urgencies

‘til those un-soft moments
silence invades insidious and full of pain
the motherless child succumbs
to a sorrow so profound, he can but convey
a black circle of ink and tears
again ~ again ~ again upon the page


  1. Very moving poem Pat. My husband lost his mother 6 months ago and he didn’t obviously grieve much, but now has been feeling her presence strongly this week. She’s been here, both in his dreams and waking thoughts. Yours is never far away from you, of this I am sure. ❤️‍🩹

    1. Big hugs to your husband. Naomi. So sorry for his loss. My wife is a big believer that birds can carry the spirits of our visiting loved ones – especially cardinals. I have a robin that stares at me thru my office window every day… weird stuff lol… is it possible grief just makes us a little nutty? 🙏🏻💙🕊️ 🌹✨

  2. Your poem is very touching. It so conveys one’s feelings after losing a mother. In my case, I lost my mother 27 years ago, and so the feelings of loss and grief have eased. I can read your poem now without shedding a tear, but still feeling the loss in my heart. A day doesn’t go by without thoughts of my mother popping up. I feel as though she’s always somewhere around me.

  3. This parentless child feels your pain. I was barely an adult when my beloved father suddenly died, I didn’t get to say I love one more time. My world fell apart that day. I held the hand of my mother as she passed not long ago. The loss was overwhelming.
    We can never prepare ourselves emotionally for the death of those we love, we can though make every day count for life is so precious.
    Your words are emotive, the subject so sensitive but it affects us all in a connected sort of way. Thank you.

    1. Big hugs, Sandie! It is so difficult to lose those we love. And it is exactly those moments we have with those we love who remain that numbs the pain. Allows precious moments of joy, relief, and appreciation. Thanks for your brilliant words, my friend. 🙏🏻💙🍷🌹✨✨

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