i, a so called poet
who can burn a blank page
with word rage
can turn a lively sparkling sea
into a calm soothing balm
who can conjure up a sunrise
or sink the sun beyond the horizon
paint words in colour
evoke the scent of a rose
in the throes of midwinter
and melt snowflakes
in summer heat
i can convey all this and yet
when my beloved mum
elderly and frail
ailing and sick
tells me she wants to die
all i can do is sigh
and tell her i love her
i have no words
that will bring her a
crumb of comfort
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Cassie58 (
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- Comment from author about the poem: An older poem, written before my mother died.
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I have no doubt your mother will find far more than a crumb of comfort from this Cassie....
beautifully written.
Thank you so much Melvin for your encouraging review. Have a beautiful day.
You are correct, dearest Poet; words can fail to bring comfort; however, your presence with your mum is pricelessly comforting. It is such a hard task to want to help however we can but to find ourselves completely hopeless in doing so. Just know your presence with your mom, I am certain, meant everything to her. ❤️🩹🌹👏 Well done, Cassie. This poem is heartbreakingly beautiful!
Thank you Tristen for your most thoughtful and kind words. Very much appreciated. Have a beautiful day.
You are welcome, my friend! Have a great day, Cassie!
This gave me goosebumps for so many reasons least of all that I am truly humbled to read your amazing poetry in life. This one is on fire. 🌹
Dear Teddy, you are spoiling me with your kindness. Thank you so much for your lovely review. Have a great Wednesday. 💜🌹
Just the fact you were always there for her, would of meant more than words can say, as they say, sometimes actions speak louder than words. A beautiful piece of writing
Your kind words are really appreciated Tobani. Thank you so much for stopping by. Have a great Wednesday. All the best.
You are very welcome and you too
In my dad's last few years, I could see this in him. My adoptive mother was gone, most all of his friends were also gone. He stares at the TV not really watching, and I can almost sense what he's feeling. That he just wishes he could go now. And I can't even try to talk to him about it, just as I know he wouldn't be able to talk to me about it either. I wanted so much to ease his mind and comfort him. I'm sure your mom was going through much the same feelings. Almost as difficult for their children as it is for them. 🫂
I do appreciate very much your words about your Dad AP. Thank you for sharing. These situations in life are so painful to deal with aren’t they? They just make you feel helpless. Thank you so much for stopping by to read and to share. Have a good Wednesday. 🪻
And may your Wednesday bring you everything good a Wednesday has to offer. 🌹
yes death can make us speechless.I believe than just being there is enough.A moving poem well done
Your kind words and thoughts are very much appreciated David. Thank you for stopping by. Have a good day.
Words fail us all when the emotion is strong enough. So well said Cassie a lovely poem of closeness and how one feels about death and loss. Very personal and yet something we all face from time to time. Heart felt. So poetic a definate fave
Many thanks for your kind and encouraging review Soren. These situations aren’t easy to navigate. They hurt, but they are all ones many have to face. Special thanks for the fav. Have a lovely day.
I enjoy reading your poetry,Well written.
Thank you so much Friendship for stopping by. So thoughtful of you to say you enjoy my poetry. That is so nice to hear. Have a good Wednesday.
Hi Cassie, I am so sorry...my heart to yours. I remember when my mom was so sick with cancer and said "why can't I just die" we all knew including her that she had little time left but her words still echo in my head today and it's been 20 years. This is a beautifully writen piece from the heart for sure. I wish you the best.
So sorry about your mum dear teardrop. Thank you for sharing her story with me. This is an older poem, so nothing new. My mum died three years ago. The grief has softened though I miss her greatly as you miss your mom. Thank you so much fir stopping by. Have a great day.
Yes, a poignant write Cassie. Just 'being there' is surely better than 'not being there'.
Thank you so much Orchi and you are so right. I had to be there for her as were my sisters. Many have to go through situations like this. They aren’t easy to navigate. They hurt. Have a good Wednesday.
While not at all the same, yet you remind me, as did Melvin aka aDarkerMind, that I cannot write about my precious late mother; it is as if these lines and pieces we pen to inspire souls are yet too vile to answer for the more sanctified task of addressing our mothers, whether before or after lost. Exquisitely rendered with enchanting imagery and a painfully haunting poignancy which readily resonates. Thank you for sharing. From what little I know of the Scriptures, I suspect it must be so. Thank you again.
Thank you so much Missy. I regret I do not understand exactly what you mean in the first part of your response. I have written many pieces about my mum both before and after her death. I do it in her honour. Perhaps you can explain further dear poet.
Where you acknowledge herein the ready ability to inspire souls vaporizing in the face of eternity and answering your dear mother, thus rendering your abilities elsewhere naught, and Melvin aka aDarkerMind ably shared a tribute to his late mother (as I belatedly discovered), I, to repeat myself, cannot use my skills in this genre or any art at all to address my late mother, nor could to her face, I therefore found your point resonating. Does that clarify? Or?
Thank you Missy for returning with further explanation. I appreciate you.
Oh, but you're very welcome! Thank you for inviting me to try clarifying since I intended to be understood not inscrutable.
Reminds me of when my own Mother was sick and dying.
She was so frightened, and I, so helpless. A fine Poem
Thank you Kevin. Yes, helpless, that is how it makes a person feel. I appreciate your thoughts and for your sharing. Have a good Thursday.
A poignant message, I feel this deeply.
Thank you so much. Pleased you found value in my words. I appreciate your kind thoughts.
what a beautiful and tragic poem - really inspired.
very touching indeed, and yes, the only thing we can offer our loved ones is comfort and love
Thank you dear Safina. I appreciate you stopping by. Have a lovely day.
wishing you the same - have a lovely weekend
Now this is called poetry.... Free flowing, with original imagery and straight out of the heart...
Thank you so much Naina. I appreciate your visit and your thoughts.
what about these beginning lines...
You, the great poet who turns blank pages into life...
vivid pictures we live every day!
Thanks for sharing!
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