My heart thunders
It’s not real, I tell myself
I’m worrying for nothing
Everything will be fine
The front door opens
I look up, not ready for what’s coming
This moment could change everything
Dad’s silhouette is lit by the porch light
Past meets present meets future
His face is broken
Broken
My mind freezes, my entire world pausing
The world fades away
Shadows grasp, candlelight flickers
Flames are smothered
Breath stifled
Dad steps forward, stripped of all composure
Eternally falling now
Speech withdraws, feelings swallow existence
Papa folds, falls, earth consumes
Breathe
Heartbeat, continue
I stand, joining him
I keep the tears back, using my strength to try to pull him from the waves
I know I can’t keep him from this, but I’ll still try
I’ll rescue any part of him I can
In my arms, he breaks down, his soul cracking open
Life will never be the same
We can never go back
Go back
How will we go forward?
Dad whispers between gasps, “She’s gone.”
Gone
She’s Gone
Two simple words strong enough to end a life
Strong enough to change a timeline
Darkness seems suddenly darker
Eternity ceases
Forever loses truth
Impressions erase
Mom’s voice turns static
Her face flashes in my vision
The outlines seeming to fade from memory
I reach out, trying to hold onto her
But she’s gone
Dad leaves, needing to process this alone
I give him space
I’d never seen him cry before
I stand in my room, facing my mirror
My reflection looks back at me
A girl
Young
Tired
Imperfect
Unprepared
Motherless
Without her, how am I to continue?
Past meets present meets future
Past erases
Future becomes too heavy
I study my curls, dirty blond
Inherited from her
I look around, every corner, every tile, every shelf
Filled with her
How could she be gone
This must not be real
I must be dreaming
My brothers sleep in the room beside me
Their dreams blissful
I send a prayer
Never let them wake to reality
Let them stay in this world
I think of Dad, beyond them, his life forever altered
Alone
Isolation suddenly seems the worst curse
I lean down, picking up my small, orange cat
He looks up at me, rubbing his head against my hand
If only I could live in that small world
Small, blissful world
Will he remember her?
Seeing the loving gaze in his eyes, I finally let down my guard
Let myself feel
Emotions burst forth
I try to stay quiet, not wanting to wake my brothers
But it’s impossible
Memories push to my mind
Years ago, my body wrapped in warmth
A mother’s lullaby floating through the air
My mind slow, my world comforting
The feeling of sitting beside her
Her arms around me
Her laugh
The care she put into letting me know I was loved
I let my tears flow freely
I’ll never feel her again
Never hear her again
Never
I hold Leo tighter, trying to let him feel the motherly love I so desperately wish for
Mom carried, healed, held
Loving angel
Heavenly now
Leo purrs, and I smile through the blur of emotion
If she couldn’t love us anymore,
I would make certain I would love for her
She might be gone
But she would live on through me
I would share her ministering angel
My father would find support in me
My brothers would find love in me
The world would never be the same
But she would never be completely gone
She was my mother
And I am her daughter.
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Author:
Rose Wright (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I wrote this poem for my Creative Writing class in my Junior year of high school. It was the first writing of my mother I ever shared with anyone outside of my family. It details the experience that I had the night my mother passed. The moment I learned she was gone. This simple moment is a memory that will stay with me forever, the details inscribed in my mind til the end of time. It had just been like any other night. I was curled on the couch, watching my night show. The clock was ticking behind me, and the show was dramatically piecing together its murder mystery. I was content, unaware that my life was about to change. And, well, you’ve heard the rest already. The devastating moment you realize it might really just be over. Over for a while, at least.
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