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My Mother's Time
by Joan SerratelliI saw her last night
I looked into her eyes
and saw nothing
the shell of a woman
I used to call "the rock"
She looked tired and weak
and spoke softly
and told me that she loved me
but her time was growing near
I had to leave
to run away and scream
I'm not ready to lose her
but I think she's ready to go
Her legacy will be her strength
her unwillingness to give up
The children she raised
are now both grown
They will say she lived
a full life; 83 years
is quite a run
But her life was filled
with hardship and grief
something she rose above
I'll miss her; I love her
but if her time is near
I just want G-d to have mercy
and let her go in peace
03/08/2009 Author's Note: I deleted this poem. I wrote it after my Mother died
Posted on 03/08/2009
Copyright © 2026 Joan Serratelli
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Gregory O'Neill on 03/08/09 at 06:12 PM ...thses losses had difficult to take, but this tribute stands tall... |
| Posted by Jean Mollett on 03/09/09 at 02:05 AM Hi Joan,
Great write. Lovely tribute about your Mom. Yet, it's sad too. So sorry for your loss. I feel your pain and hurt, for I too, no longer have my Mom either. It's very hard losing a parent. Many blessings your may. May the Lord, touch you and your family. Lots of Hugs. |
| Posted by Elizabeth Jill on 03/11/09 at 12:45 PM Peace that surpasses our own understanding comes zooming in, stays beside the meek, never walks away. |
| Posted by Elizabeth Jill on 03/11/09 at 12:46 PM Beautiful, your thoughts. |
| Posted by Maude Curtis on 03/12/09 at 02:06 PM Nice tribute to your Mom. I too have lost my parents but I look forward to them greeting me when my time on earth has past. |
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