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My Mother, on the Stage (of Grief)
by Meghan HelmichI don't think I'll ever be finished
writing about my mom.
Then again, I thought the same thing
about my tears
after she died,
but those have mostly gone away.
Except for bad days.
Now I'm suddenly an unwilling member
of this strange, sober community of faces
who have lost their mothers.
We are not special. Our pain is not unique.
Some of us are older, and lost our mothers to age.
Some to disease.
A select few to violent deaths -
Those are the pockets of people
who can keep their grief and bitterness
in a public place.
I still curl up with mine, listening
to its breathing beside me.
I don't deny that she is gone,
but I can't accept a life without her. 04/25/2017 Posted on 04/25/2017
Copyright © 2025 Meghan Helmich
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 04/26/17 at 09:27 AM I can appreciate the basic sentiment aptly expressed here, having lost my mom in 2009. In my own experience, I've found that grieving and acceptance take time. Thanks for the sharing, Meghan. |
| Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 04/26/17 at 03:30 PM A mother is irreplaceable and so is a well written poem, which this is which laments loss as will affect us all, who endear ourselves to such. |
| Posted by Mo Couts on 05/08/17 at 07:24 PM Grief is such a weird, sad state. I am so sorry that you are grieving so intensely, but glad that you have the ability to write about it. |
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