Yesterday.
Yesterday was the first thanksgiving....without you.
It just did not feel right.
One of many first without you
Without you in my life
No joy, just sadness
A heart full of pain
And it really didn't help
That God let it rain
Yesterday was the first Thanksgiving without you
so there was no delight
Yesterday was the first Thanksgiving without you
fighting tears with all my might
No cooking or no cleaning
nor grocery errands for you
this is unfathomable
What is one to do
relearn, revamp, try to revise
what became our lives after your demise
new walls, new bedset, new new new
all changes forward bring thoughts of you
changes are needed, yet I inquire
are they dimming or fueling memory's fire
This Thanksgiving I miss you I do
But one things for certain I'm greatful for you.
**I love you and miss you mom**
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Posted by Wed Dec 23, 2009 4:38am PST
Report AbuseSorry you lost your Mom. Beautiful tribute to her.
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Posted by Wed Feb 3, 2010 3:33am PST
Report AbuseDear SilenceTellsAll,
This poem is a real tour-de-force. The way you have written it, the reader experiences it on many levels, differently as the reading continues.
The way the poem starts out, I thought it was about a break-up with a lover or spouse. It was a sad poem, and interesting, at that level.
Then, in the fifth stanza, the words "your demise" hit me in the solar plexus. So this was a loved one who died. Suddenly the sadness level goes off the charts. But still I'm thinking it was a lover or spouse.
Then, in the sixth stanza, gratefulness is mentioned, gratefulness for memories, in spite of the loss--making the poem more touching.
Then comes the single line, set off by itself, and in quotation marks, giving it, along with its content, powerful impact:
"I love you and I miss you mom"
This shatters all the build-up of illusions about what this poem is about, and brings in one of the greatest of our sorrows, the loss of a beloved mother.
If you did not carefully contrive and craft these effects, then you are even more a remarkable poet, for then you did this out of sheer instinct, the instincts of a true poet.
Your diction, or word selection, is excellent. Your language is lovely.
You have moved me to tears. Tears for my own mother. And also, for you, and for your loss.
Thank you. And congratulations on a fine poem. You truly are a sister poet.
Bye now.
--M.L.P.
aka PWC, aka Mr. Poet
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