My mother died almost two months ago. I’m not really sure where to go from here. But I have some thoughts. I always have some thoughts.
I spoke at her service. I wrote a poem and shared some thoughts, along with a poem that she wrote more than 30 years ago. It was something personal. Not something I planned on dwelling on.
But people keep asking me to send it to them. People keep asking for copies. And I don’t even have it typed up. I’m not sure that I was planning on typing it up. Not for a long while. I feel like asking that of me is a bit insensitive, isn’t it? I write a lot of things. Why is this the one thing people keep bugging me about?
So anyway, after all of the mess, I’ve decided to put it here. Here’s a poem.
There is pain
And there is peace
Pain for something lost that words cannot do justice
Peace, because there is no more pain
Songs are sung freely now
Lungs are not aching for breath
Mountains are climbed with ease, now
No need to stop and rest
Adventures can still be had
She’ll go with you still
With every new experience
Delight is more than real
It’s okay to laugh
I’m sure she’s laughing more
In fact, she’s probably dancing now
Her feet never touching the floor
There is a freedom to be basked in
A joy, lighter than air
A truth in her heart she can finally know
The promised land she always dreamed of
I’ve heard time passes different now
So while we’re down here mourning
She spends no time waiting for time to catch up
Saying “I’ll see you in the morning.”
We have pain
She’s in peace
Words can’t do this justice
But remember her peace, now, as she learns to dance in the rain