Calm, the morning air,
mind lost in reflection,
mirror-still waters
Raise my eyes skyward,
pray for release, an end
to Mother’s suffering.
Nothing. Death
has its own rhythm –
emotions mud.
(I wrote this poem a year ago, when my Mother was in and out of hospital with heart failure and pneumonia. Now, a year later, she continues to struggle. “We live too long,” she says. “Pray for my release.” Photo: Mom at 94, courtesy of my son.)
Sending you ample love and healing.be blessed
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Thanks 🙏
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❤️
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That last stanza is really strong. Blessings to you and your mother!
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Thanks Benjamin
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Welcome!
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My great aunt says the exact same thing. She’s 99.
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It’s amazing they get that far, but quality of life does diminish.
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I’m glad you shared. My mother, 89, and is currently doing well, but my dad passed five years ago this week. He was so impacted with Parkinsons, and my mom said to me this past week, “I miss him every day, but he was spared so much.” I think my mom understands what your mother is thinking. From a particular vantage point it must feel like we live too long. My heart tugs for her. And you, VJ.
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Thanks Debra. Sorry your Dad suffered so.
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Hugs and peace to your mother and your family. ❤️
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Thanks Eugi.
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My mother is in hospital at the moment, after a fall and being on the floor at least a couple of days. But she doesn’t know she’s there, she thinks she’s at the beach and has no memory of what happened. Which is, on balance, probably a blessing for her.
I hope your mother find peace from her suffering.
❤
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So sorry to hear this Kate. What a nightmare for you. Yes, it is a blessing she is not aware. Appreciate your kind words.
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Death has its own rhythm, for sure. So sad for all who struggle with this, which to me seems even more without reason at this “festive” time of year. Thinking of you…
Julie
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Thanks Julie.
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I can understand why your mother said this. It is hard to life and suffer. It is also hard for the family to watch the suffering and, sometimes, to have to suspend their own lives completely to care for an elderly family member. My mother-in-law is caring for her mother who is 100. It is a full time job and has worn her down a lot. She wants to do it because she loves her mother, but it is very hard.
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Thanks Roberta. It is difficult all around.
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I remember when your mother was in and out of the hospital last year. I’m sorry she’s still suffering.
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Thanks Liz. She has since lost most of her sight and is already hard of hearing, so her world is closing in on her. We are all amazed she continues on, including her.
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You’re welcome, VJ. That’s so hard.
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i am very sorry to hear about your mama. my mom has also been in out of the hospital for falling from losing balance. the last one she broker her pelvis. she is doing better now. I know the feeling.
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We feel so powerless in these times. Thanks for your kind words.
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Your poem speaks such a truth. I see the mind body divide here. The body seems in charge. I hope your mom finds peace. Hugs, Sarah
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Thanks Sarah. Peaceful transition is what we pray, but death is like birth – comes on its own time.
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I hope your mom and family finds peace. Hugs.
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Thanks Sadje.
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I know that we’ll from my own mother’s long descent into Alzheimers. There is no reason to it. I too hope for a peaceful ending for your family.
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Thanks for your understanding words.
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Your last stanza sums it up well. There is no rhyme or reason to life and death. Why some are meant to suffer, and others not. I hope you and your mother find peace.
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Thanks Heather.
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