I wrote this poem for my mother several years ago - on a day the doctors said she had no chance to live and he encouraged us to pull the plug on her. But she still exists - having faced more than 15 years of inner isolation from traumatic brain injury.
In any event, she's still here and so is the poem.
Please pray for my mother (and my father), if you pray.
Mother Prepared
by Thomas Herr
I have prayed for you mother
Still a prisoner
?for crimes we have committed?
Weight great weight
We try to lift off
Mother of this spirit
Are you standing at the infinite white door
Are you perched on a branch
?will you finally fly away?
Freedom sweet freedom
Is today the day?
Mother of life my life
Will you hold my hand again
I perch
As
You perch where what
As
He is perched to follow
Hopefully
We Justify
your Anguish Now repelled
and you are here to let us speak
and pray
and though they say you cannot hear
You will
hopefully hear/feel this love
Heaving
Slowly rising
Slowly falling
Clicking, hissing
You have suffered enough
Jesus AND strings have kept you
And we ponder the truth
But you will know
Of our love
and the Love of Faith
But we cry.
We pray.
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All - as it turns out, my mother did not pass. Miraculously, she made it through and lives to this day, in a silent world breathing through a tube and eating through a tube.
ReplyDeleteI love her, and visit her bedside 3 times a week to tell her that.
Why does it have to be this way.