No Money, No job, No house, no car,
No Sun, No moon, No sky, or No stars.
No ups, No downs, No rights, or No wrongs,
No Letters, No cards, No poem, or No songs.
No school, No church, Nowhere and No place,
No tears, No thoughts, No smiles on No face.
No friends, No wife, No nephews, and No Nieces,
No deacon, No Ushers, not even a pastor who preaches.
And No father, No uncles, No sisters, or No brothers
Could ever replace what I lost... when I lost my Mother.
I wrote this poem the night before we were going to take my mother off of the breathing machine. I could not sleep and was up around 2am. I could not sleep thinking that night would be the last night that I had with my mother. Great for us when we removed the breathing tube she began to breathe on her own. But the very next morning she after being transported to Hospice she began to breathe rapidly and we were told that she was beginning the process of dying. My stepfather and I played music, sung to her, and read the Bible. So bad I wanted to read this poem but could not pull myself to do because I thought it would scare her by putting death into her mind. Unfortunately that same day she passed. And so bad I wished I would have read it. And on the day of her funeral I wanted to read it but did not know if I would have the strength so we came up with the idea of printing it on the program. Finally the day I was leaving to come back to Athens I read it to her... at her grave and now... I'm saying to you. I miss my mother. And that... will never change. As always thank you for taking the time.
ReplyDeleteLove that poem Steve...its true! I buried my father two months ago and am now taking care of my mom recovering from open heart...losing my dad devastated me but if i lose my mom i dont think i could bare that. My prayers are with you and your family. God makes no mistakes!!
ReplyDeleteIt's beautiful!
ReplyDeleteStephen I love your poem and it was very emotional. I also lost a dear person to me from cancer. It was a devastating roller coaster because it was nothing I can do to stop it. My grandfather was everything to me and to watch him die was a nightmare. I have a lot of nights when I just want to call him but I can't. Stephen I pray God gives you strength through this difficult time.
ReplyDeleteKeep writing... It will help your process.
ReplyDeleteLove it!
ReplyDeleteI love you cuz very much, and with God help we all will be alright!!!
ReplyDeleteMade me tear up while reading it because I could feel the emotions you felt as you wrote it.
ReplyDeleteI loved the poem. You could really feel your emotion in it. Definitely a tear jerker. I'm glad you decided to share it. Wish your mom could've gotten a chance to hear it. You can genuinely tell how much you loved her just by reading it.
ReplyDeleteSteve, that poem was really deep... I enjoyed it very much. I write too so i love reading other people's writings.
ReplyDeleteI really loved the poem. It was original and from the heart. I'm sure your mother would have loved it b/c I did.
ReplyDeleteI to endured the same process. When I lost my brother! Step by step as u had written about the process during the calling home of your mother, it was like deja vu! Brought me to tears! Thanks for sharing! MAY GOD CONTINUE TO BLESS AND STRENGTHEN YOU AND GIVE YOU COMFORT! Amen
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ReplyDeleteLove your work.
Love the way you take words and breathe life into them on paper.
Love you thoughts
Love love love your work.
Stay writing
God Bless