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 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