Sunday Whirl Wordle #38
My hands grope
Lost among thousands
Not forgotten
Yet to remember
Causes a shearing
Pain in my chest
You come to me
Slowly bubbling up
From the darkest hiding place
I watch
You breathing for the last time
In the little house
With the thatched roof
The fire in the hearth
Cold
A gate opened
Together on the thrshold
Your path new
I was left to rebuild
Still your love fluttering around me
In a flash
I discovered the stones
You had dropped
Marking the way home
You are Mother
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This is so beautiful Annell. I think your mother’s love will flutter a long time and guide you as you walk your own path. I think of you on this journey!
Thank you Mary. Your kind words flutter around me, too. Annell Livingston HC 74 Box 21860 El Prado, NM 87529
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Lovely, Annell. Keep placing the stones in your own patterns. She is smiling.
My mother is 83 and beginning to grow frail around the edges. I dread the day she is no longer here, and love your words. I wrote something similar/different when my dad died, about how it felt, despite the pain, as if he were [and is] right over my shoulder.
The poem has great sadness, but also great joy, when the stones marking the path are discovered. Heartfelt and lovely, annell.
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Thank you so much for your comments. Annell Livingston HC 74 Box 21860 El Prado, NM 87529
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soo sweet
This is a painful and beautiful read. Thank you for sharing your love and anguish, Annell. Your words are well put together.
Annell- This is a heart-warming and very touching. I like the thoughts of her love fluttering around you.
Thanks for your comments. Annell Livingston HC 74 Box 21860 El Prado, NM 87529
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Annell, my prayers are with you as you grieve the loss of your mother. This poem is a moving, wonderful tribute to her presence in your life.
So beautiful, Annell. I especially love the stones she dropped to line your pathway home.
I came back to read it again. So beautiful, the remembering, the pain of remembering. Especially her love “still fluttering around” you. Yes. For certain.