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she talks to God
by Maria Francescashe talks to God
and investigates the wonder
of her hands,
smiling toothlessly
through the bars
on the sides of her little bed
at the family gathered 'round
to smile back at her.
mobiles hang around the room:
one with white-feathered angels,
another with the sun and some fluffy clouds.
quiet music flows gently
from the radio on the table
and sometimes her ethereal smiles
coincide with the movement of it.
then the moment comes
as her family knew it would:
her hands come to rest at her sides
and her pale eyes drift closed
and she is peaceful.
the family watches on
as though she was only asleep
until one by one they walk away
leaving only her daughter
with graying head bowed in a confusing mixture
of sorrow and relief.
she touches those wondrous old hands
one more time in farewell;
she lifts her eyes then,
and she talks to God. 07/20/2008 Author's Note: *
Posted on 07/21/2008
Copyright © 2024 Maria Francesca
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Jean Mollett on 07/21/08 at 05:10 AM Hi Maria,
Great write. It's beautiful, yet so sad. A loving memory of her Mother. It's times, like this one needs their family around even more. Friends too.
I've been through it with the loss of my Mom and shortly later my Dad too. I know and feel the pain. Lots of Hugs. May the Lord touch you and your family. Bring you strenght and guidance, bring peace to your family, healing. |
| Posted by A. Paige White on 07/21/08 at 02:16 PM This is stunning. What a beautiful scene your words painted. I love how you capture a newborn feel to this with the "through the bars
on the sides of her little bed",
"mobiles hang around the room:
one with white-feathered angels,
another with the sun and some fluffy clouds."
What a beautiful poem of farewell. My pick for potd. Stunning, just stunning. |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 07/22/08 at 12:32 AM There is much dignity and peace in this passage. I like the details of her bed and the cotton nightgown. I like the hands that explore and touch and come to rest. The beginning and ending lines are so fitting. Thank you. |
| Posted by Charlie Morgan on 07/22/08 at 03:37 PM ...maria, gal you have outdone yourself, this is stupendous...by the time i got to the end, i was lonesome for a hug from the hoary old woman...from babies we beome aged with the same needs, what everybody else said, great write... |
| Posted by Tony Whitaker on 07/25/08 at 03:56 AM This as such a sad piece with an ending which gives hope to us all. Beautiful Maria. |
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