FINALLY
FINALLY
Watching my Mother die slowly,
suffering greatly,
I longed to help, but
realized
my own inability, my
limits
for the very first time,
leaning over her, kissing
her cheek
patting her frail hand,
while
she too weak to speak
words, used
her eyes to speak volumes,
in them I read her hopes,
regrets, and fears,
in the whole world all
I wanted was
to be able to comfort
her now, when she
needed me, and comforting
most,
and in this time of
need, I was powerless.
Ours hadn’t been a religious
family
I never learned how
to pray, didn’t know how to,
I had never even tried,
but now I understood
what it was all about,
this power greater than
ourselves
I understood, and as
though it were
something I had done
all my life,
I felt my heart open,
and all the pain
of an entire lifetime
begin to flow out
And I felt love enter
there and it filled me up
I felt comfort flow
through me
and for the very first
time,
I talked to God.
I held my Mother’s weak
body
against my own
and allowed the sense
of calm and peace
to flow through us both
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