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One rarely realizes the gifts that surrounds them. Truly seeing, feeling the gentle spirits as they pass through our lives daily. Stop while you can and embrace that gift of beauty. It truly is a gift worth holding. My mother was such a gift to those whose hearts and spirits needed her healing energy of pure love.

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My Mother is in the 'palliative' stages of Lung Cancer, however we are not speaking to one another right now. It is tearing me apart, and I'm not sure how to fix this. Her husband has made it...

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A Rainbow's Beginning


Published: June 2008

"The phone's for you," I heard a voice say,
    Why is my heart hurting?

"Your momma is gone"
  "did she say where she was going"?
        You're not saying........no,
             she can't be......
               she was going to live forever....

I, walking into the room,
   did my heart just stop?

A blanket surrounds a form beneath its folds
I hear a soulful cry, was that mine?
    "Don't cover her face, she can't breathe!"

Pulling back the covers,
I touch her face,
  she looks so peaceful,

Holding her gently, like she used to do,
to comfort my fears and sorrows.
  I never got to say goodbye, I keep hearing inside.
I never got to say I'm sorry,
I know I made you sad.
  I never meant to hurt you,
The moment to say I love you, I thought would be tomorrow.
  I'll see you tomorrow and we will talk.
I was angry because you thought more of others than yourself,
making sure that those that had none did not go without.
  You always surrounded the lost souls with love and warmth,
giving the gift of hope to those who once believed had none.
Sadness, like an avalanche rolling over me,
trying to catch my breath...when looking up I saw a rainbow,
then there were two!
I felt you moving through my heart, caressing my spirit.
That gentle touch that only a mother possesses.
The sweet melody gently floating in the air,
"I am free and can do more where I am,
I couldn't do it there,
I will walk beside you when you need a friend,
and wipe away your tears."
I can now watch over your babies,
my three pride and joys.
Know I am there beside you.

A peaceful calm embraces me.
I see you smile,
your eyes bright with laughter,
singing your song of life and love.
  Thank you for being in my life, Momma.
  For giving me the gift of life and love.


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  • CptKD by CptKD
  • 7 years ago

My Mother is in the 'palliative' stages of Lung Cancer, however we are not speaking to one another right now. It is tearing me apart, and I'm not sure how to fix this. Her husband has made it so that I cannot communicate freely with her, and the family Social Worker has told me NOT to contact her. I am lost! She was, and is my world! I never married or had children, like my brother did, so she really is ALL I HAVE! Losing her will be horrendous. Having lost her this way, has been ugly enough! I am homeless, having lost my partner of ten years, to an 'affair' with a friend of mine! The losses keep mounting, and I am fading away into some 'lost' oblivion. I just want to go home! Yet, I don't even have one of them to go home to. Whatever will I do - Wherever will I go? When the day comes, that she is, forever taken away from me?

  • Cynthia by Cynthia
  • 10 years ago

My mother was the heart of our family. She was the kindest and most caring person I have ever known. She welcomed everyone with open arms and a smile. My friends called her "Mom". When I read this poem it was as though you were telling my mother's story. I did get to say Good-bye, I knew it in my heart the last time I saw her. She had been through a lot in the last two years of her life and it had worn her down for she was a fighter to the end. She loved life. I understand about spirit and embracing the gifts that we have in our life. My mother had a gift which she passed on to me, we often talked about it, she understood better than I at the time. She loved her garden and I understand why she and my dad love it because it made them happy. There garden flourished and gave them peace in this world. I now walk in the garden and feel a peace and comfort, knowing her spirit lives on within us all.

  • Dottie by Dottie
  • 13 years ago

One beautiful poem-it truly grasped my heart. I saw my sister in this poem. She has been gone 22 years. She was an angel on earth.

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