Wednesday, September 2, 2015

Watershed Moment




i hold her in my arms
solo witness as life ebbs
from a frail body
my mother

shallow breaths
tiny sips of air
in a deep sleep now
the time has come

speaking softly
i believe she hears me
finds comfort in the
sound of my voice

a tear escapes her eye
i touch it instinctively
lift it to my face
blend our tears ~ and it ends





20 comments:

  1. Oh Helen, this took me back to my grandma's bedside as she lay dying. I bent and whispered in her ear, "Thanks for all the love" and watched a single tear roll down her cheek. What a beautiful moment you have captured in this poem. So beautiful. Thank you.

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  2. One of the hardest times in my life was sitting there while my mother in law passed. Encouraging her family to let her go so she could find peace. I was right there

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  3. This is so sad & poignant... please accept deepest and heartfelt condolences.

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  4. Oh I can see this all...You have definitely captured that moment of dying. So very sudden. Expected...but yet not.

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  5. Heart wrenching experience which you have expressed poignantly. The suffering is so much part of our journey it seems.

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  6. I have seen quite a number of dying people shed that tear and I wondered...You've perfectly captivated that moment here...

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  7. Dearest Helen,
    What a touching poem of you sitting there solo and blending each other's tears. What a perfect ending and so lovingly.
    Sending you hugs,
    Mariette

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  8. Your poem brought tears to my eyes. As naïve as I was, I thought people died in hospitals. They don't in this day and age with hospice, which is a good thing. Still, watching my mother pass, my first experience was so upsetting and raw. I could never write about it so eloquently as you have but it was much the same as with your mother---a sigh and a tear.

    Sending love and a thank you for touching on a sensitive and personal subject so beautifully written.

    Jane x

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  9. Being with someone as they die is a great education and a pivotal moment to understand the meaning of life. It must not be wasted. This is a really beautiful piece of writing .

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  10. Very moving. Yes, that's a watershed moment all right. Being with my mother as she passed was the most confronting experience of my life!

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  11. A sad moment indeed, my Mom died three years ago, and I have missed her strength, sweetness, her very being every day...it is hard to go on, without our Moms. I think the comfort is that knowing that they will no longer suffer...it seemed OK at the time, but again I miss her everyday. And I know you do, your Mom.

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  12. You transported me back to my own mother's death. I held her too, and cried. My heart is with you. Your poem is lovely.

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  13. There is a wonderful sacredness to being with another when death comes. This piece touches me deeply--maybe it touches everyone deeply

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  14. Both Helen and Sherry, you've captured that moment in time etched permanently in memory. It has to be experienced to be really appreciating the privilege of being there!

    Hank

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  15. I hope I have this opportunity to be there and a comfort and comforted when that moment comes. What a blessing wrapped into a beautiful poem! The tears blending become a thing of joy.

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  16. Letting go is a very hard and life altering moment. Thank you for sharing.

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  17. sweet words of remembrance BIg hugs to you and yours.

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  18. Such tender words somehow soften the harsh inevitability. Beautifully written.
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  19. This is intimate, deeply personal and melancholy, Helen. A very poignant write that cannot fail to engage the reader. Beautiful...

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