Sunday, September 18, 2016

I Was There

I was there - could she hear
my feeble comforts in her ear
or does nothing
carry clear into that wait?

All my tears
and snot and sobs
in the breach -
couldn't stop
the stilling spirit
come to rob,
come to take.

So I bargain with the beast -
come and gather,
go in peace.
But after all of this
at least
give me a sign

that she goes to a better place
into gentle arms of grace.
But all I get -
an open grave.
Faith is not kind.

For Karin's prompt at Real Toads.  Also submitted to Poetry Pantry.


Outlawyer said...

Hey MZ - lost my first comment due to bad internet here, so this may not carry the full weight of my reaction to your poem--

Such a strong poem--it has the weight of experience honestly recounted, and the power of that. The beginning is so strong, with the there and hear, and the wanting the other being to be there and to hear and to stay here--just super strong, and replete--the poem continues as strong. I was with my father and later another family member (don't want to say) when they died. You go beyond that into the lingering grief. Thanks so much for participating in the prompt. K.

Sherry Blue Sky said...

I know that wishing for a sign and not getting one. Love the words "into gentle arms of grace". I do believe she was received in just that way. But nothing prepares us for how huge the Absence is. It becomes a presence in itself. Sigh. A powerful poem.

Sanaa Rizvi said...

This poem is beautiful, emotive and powerful ๐Ÿ’–๐Ÿ’– and speaks volumes about what goes around in our heart when we bear the loss of a loved one. Love "gentle arms of grace" a tender and profound image ๐Ÿ’–๐Ÿ’–

Lots of love,

ebi said...

Faith is not kind....I get that

Gillena Cox said...

๐Ÿ’–these feelings are so pure and unfettered๐Ÿ’– this is truly an awesome write

Have a blessed Sunday

much love..

Julian said...

A powerful emotive poem so well put across.

Jae Rose said...

Faith can seem very unkind, I hope and wish that our loved ones always know we are there. Right to the end

Fireblossom said...

And that's the thing about faith that makes the real deal so hard to come by and so genuine, I guess. She's a hard taskmistress.

brudberg said...

That moment is one that never leaves you if you have been through it... that passing and the stabs of emotion.. so well described... I shudder.

Stacie Eirich said...

Your story is chilling, spare and well told -- made me shiver with the stark truth of it. I think that's happened to me with your writing before, Mama..part of your magic. Thanks for sharing.

Sioux said...

"come to rob,
come to take" and
"into gentle arms of grace"
are especially moving.

Mary said...

Whew! Intense, honest, deep. Breathtaking as so often with your poetry!

Sara McNulty said...

Powerful piece of how life is just not fair, and often, not kind.

Gail said...

Oh, how this breaks my heart. Been there.

Rosemary Nissen-Wade said...

The spare language conveys the agony so well.

Kerry O'Connor said...

All so true, this tale of loss, the bargaining, the emptiness that stretches ahead. As painful as it is on point.

grapeling said...

Faith is a maid I've never known. I wish I did, though, especially at night ~

Susan said...

Yes. And yet we carry on in faith. Thank you.