Today, I’m re-posting a poem that I wrote on my recently deceased mother’s birthday for #BlogFlash2012. When I think about loss, I think about her, and the pain’s still fresh.
I spread your ashes, made a graveyard today.
I haven’t had a place to visit since you went away.
No vase for flowers, no headstone to brush
No feelings have I since I felt the crush
Of being told that you were no longer here,
I never fathomed losing one so dear.
But it’s for real, a cold, stark truth.
I’ve felt as helpless as a child, a poor defenseless youth.
It’s your birthday today, three days before my own.
Now I must forever face our special time missing you, alone.
I thought about it long and hard,
And found a spot right in the yard,
Where vivid red cardinals and pure white doves
Fly down to fresh seed from branches above.
It’s quiet there; it’s got a swing,
and it abounds with living things.
I can sit with you now, you’re in this place.
Graveyard is the last thing one would think of the space.
Here are 2 prompts for this weekend’s #NaPoWriMo, if you wish to use them:
Saturday – WILD AT HEART
Sunday – JOURNEY