Tonight's blog concerns itself with what is almost unbearable and yet inevitable, the death of a parent. I've dealt with this having lost both my parents, the last one, my Mom, having passed some twelve years now. Just saying those words seems so hard and sticks in my mind as if it were yesterday. Can it really be that long ago?
My mother was such an incredible person and though her last years were fraught with the ravages of depression, I, to this day, miss her and wish that I could pick up the phone and hear her voice. Whenever I was given a assignment in school to write a paper on someone I admired, while others chose celebrities or presidents from history, I would write about my mother.
She herself was a consummate writer and, should she have chosen to do so, I'm sure she could have been a professional writer. She had a way with words and observation with an insight that was remarkable. She was really exceptional at many things, the utmost being her love, support and kindness.
I'm drawn to these reflections as on Tuesday my neighbor lost her mother and I wanted to send her something more than just a card off the rack at Walgreens. That's what prompted tonight's poem.
FOREVER IN YOUR HEART
By Pat Severin
At such a time of sorrow, hurt,
With crying that won’t cease,
I know a life without your Mom
Leaves you with only grief.
And yet you know she was a gift
To you and all she knew,
With love, encouragement, support;
Your years with her too few.
I know it’s hard to watch the change
The health declines, the aging.
Yes, time can be an awful thief,
No matter how we’re waging…
Against it’s horrible effects
On those we love so dearly.
It’s just not fair, more time we wish
To speak of love more clearly.
But heaven beckons those we love,
For us it is contention,
But God decides the time and place,
And offers no extension.
He’s there to take her withered hand
And make it young again,
To fill her heart with love divine,
A love’s that’s never been…
Restricted by our time and space.
Yet memories remain…
Of time she shared and lived and loved,
That earthly time engrained.
She’s happy now, so filled with joy.
Keep this as your reflection.
Eternal life can’t be described,
Who can define perfection?
I write these words for you, dear friend,
May comfort they impart.
She’s left this earth but she’ll live on…
Forever in your heart.