Only God knows how much I needed this today as I grieve the separation, both physically and emotionally, from my oldest granddaughter. Thank you, dear, for once again touching my soul in a way that heals the ache. ❤️🙏❤️
I enjoy your poetry so much, feel a camaraderie with poems that come from the soul. I’m copying below one that I wrote about 4 years ago that comes from the same place.
A MOTHER’S DAY POEM FOR FAILED MOTHERS
I know you are legion –
you women who gave birth
and were adored for some brief time.
Or who never gave birth
And for years, have watched this day go by
without flowers
no tender memories or words of love,
no special lunches
or surprise visits.
Each year an accusation,
an indictment
a painful reminder.
But don’t get lost in that labyrinth of sadness.
You were mothered – by wise women
who took you and loved you,
even in your rawness.
And you were mother – to sons and daughters
who came to drink of your experience,
your unspent affection,
the well that bubbled in you;
who needed you to be the mothers they never had,
the mothers who fell short,
the mothers who never understood them.
Rejoice, o my soul, for the gift of motherly love---
So moved by your beautiful poem, perhaps a work in progress, but the feel of it is deeply complete. Thank you for your heart and its expressions ongoing. Want to share this beauty at every turn!
Truly beautiful, Phyllis 🙏
Saving this 🕊
Thank you, Mish, though I hope you have few occasions to need it.
And so it is. Amen. My heart is leeking out my eyes, in appreciation and recognition of the beautiful truth of your words. Thank you. ❤️
You're so welcome, Brigid. Bless your "leaky" heart.
Amen
Thank you for this image. It’s vey comforting and hopeful..
What we need is here.
The section within the dash, about the heart, particularly speak to me.
I could send it to the departed too!
A bow of gratitude.
Yes, to the departed! They/we are never far.
Only God knows how much I needed this today as I grieve the separation, both physically and emotionally, from my oldest granddaughter. Thank you, dear, for once again touching my soul in a way that heals the ache. ❤️🙏❤️
Bless you and your granddaughter, Gayla, whatever the circumstances.
I enjoy your poetry so much, feel a camaraderie with poems that come from the soul. I’m copying below one that I wrote about 4 years ago that comes from the same place.
A MOTHER’S DAY POEM FOR FAILED MOTHERS
I know you are legion –
you women who gave birth
and were adored for some brief time.
Or who never gave birth
And for years, have watched this day go by
without flowers
no tender memories or words of love,
no special lunches
or surprise visits.
Each year an accusation,
an indictment
a painful reminder.
But don’t get lost in that labyrinth of sadness.
You were mothered – by wise women
who took you and loved you,
even in your rawness.
And you were mother – to sons and daughters
who came to drink of your experience,
your unspent affection,
the well that bubbled in you;
who needed you to be the mothers they never had,
the mothers who fell short,
the mothers who never understood them.
Rejoice, o my soul, for the gift of motherly love---
Given and received.
That's beautiful and true. I'm so glad you shared it , Sandy.
Perfectly, beautifully said❤️
Thank you, Trevy.
Lovely! I'll like to see the final version.
So would I! 🤪😂
So moved by your beautiful poem, perhaps a work in progress, but the feel of it is deeply complete. Thank you for your heart and its expressions ongoing. Want to share this beauty at every turn!
Thank you, Carroll. Feel free to share! Always. Bless you.