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My mother was a poet, a dreamer, a writer, a story teller of the
highest order. She often said, "I've never found a rung that fit my
foot," and in a way she was right, there was something about her -
something which softly seemed to come and go with her. It was
this air, or thought, or feeling, ... I am not certain what it
was. However, I knew what it seemed to be saying from my earliest
days, "the world is not fit for one such as this woman." It
reminds me of the words in the Bible, (Hebrews 11 - I believe), "...
the world was not worthy of them."
It has been 17 long years since my mother's passing from this
life. As Kemper Krabb wrote in, Thigpen's Wedding, "... For He
wrote your name, on my heart in flame, It's a wound I'll not erase," I
too do not want to erase the wound of love that I knew in loving my
mother in her life and in her loss.
Ever the creative, she was a composer and writer even to the last - as
she ended an 18 year bout with cancer. I would like to share what
she wrote and a little piece I have written about my mother's last poem
on earth. To me, this poem let's me know that a silent person on their
death bed - is still there - lost inside their failed bodies maybe, but
still there.
I simply call it:
if i should die ... her experienceShe found herself somewhere between the land of the living and very
close to the other side. a twilight, a place of confusion, the last
stages of life...
She wondered if she would be back again, to the place or faces and
words and touches and the pain...
As she lived in this place - not quite here and not quite there either
- she wrote a poem of her experiences in that place...
She wondered if she would ever make it back to that place where she
could hold a pencil and write the words down on paper?
She held on to the words ... by God's grace she hoped to pen the words
before slipping back or away...
"Caught in the tumbleweed of confusion, and being blown from place to place,
I sought my Creator, and found his loving grace,
and continued in the maze...
continued in confusion, with a smile on my face."
As you can see, she did make it out to pen the words composed in the
unseen world of a dying life...
She actually was able to resurface a few more times before her hand
released ours and took hold of Another's...
Thanks for the poem mother ... i cherish it and look forward to loving
you in person - thanks to our Creator and his loving grace.
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I hope you found this expression of her experience very comforting, I do about dying in general. Respond to this comment
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