Sunday, May 10, 2015

The First Mother's Day After

"Don't forget Mom," the ads say -  as if I need to be reminded.

Grief has a startling clarity and is cobra quick in its strike.

A poem, a picture, a story, or song; breathing, sleeping, awake.

I remember, I remember, I remember her gone, and I ache.

12 comments:

Sherry Blue Sky said...

Such a hard day, the first mother's day after, Kelli. I am thinking of you today, and of one of the other poets, who recently lost her only daughter. It is a wonder one is still standing after such losses, and yet we must go on, because we are alive.

Sherry Blue Sky said...

Such a hard day, the first mother's day after, Kelli. I am thinking of you today, and of one of the other poets, who recently lost her only daughter. It is a wonder one is still standing after such losses, and yet we must go on, because we are alive.

Sylvia K said...

A hard day indeed! My thoughts are with you and I send you a big hug!!

Fireblossom said...

I'm sorry, Kelli. I wish I knew something to say that would make it easier.

Gail said...

This is simply gut wrenching. that's not a bad thing.

Out of Sight L said...

i understand...no one has ever loved me as much as my mom...xo

Grandmother (Mary) said...

A great tribute to her. So sorry for your ache.

Kerry O'Connor said...

The loss remains, even after the last condolences have faded. I lost my mother 13 years ago and Mother's Day still comes with that ache inside my bones.

Buddah Moskowitz said...

"Grief has a startling clarity and is cobra quick in its strike."

My condolences to you. It won't always be like this, love, Mosk

Marina Sofia said...

Grief does indeed strike like a cobra - a very moving tribute, proving that you don't need many words to paint a whole world.

Hannah said...

This touches my heart in a personal and profound way - sending comfort and love your way. ♥

Mary said...

I hear you on this. And understand.