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Tuesday, February 7, 2012

Mama-Mother Love

Mother Love

As if she could read my heart 
she held me at night one minute longer.

As if she knew I wasn't ready to say 
goodbye she waited til today to part.

As if my letting her go meant that she
would really leave me alone.

As if all the hello sweeties that 
comforted me are gone.

As if letting go meant she was 
not still my mommy forever.

As if she never left.
NJG
Snapshots of a Funeral

Expecting unbearable aches
I arrived too early in the day
at the mound of earth only to
smile imagining this my mother's 
garden. 
Puja to Mama Love

She would be the spring bulb and
the summer dahlia rooting deep
to blossom again. My heart was
freed dreaming of her growing
to heaven bearing fruit for us all.
NJG











Underneath 


Dirt everywhere weighing down the bones of grief's heart. 

Barren moments waiting for the phone to ring hello sweetie. 

How utterly sad to be confused with someone she lost. 

I am your daughter I yell til my tears flow across time.

Underneath the earth's tomb she holds tightly to my hand 
hearing my heart.
NJG

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