In the coffin lay your body silent and still
As with wax, sealed were your eyes
Bared of all passion, pain and strain
You were at rest, tranquil was your face
When your body was lowered into the grave
Tears trickled from our eyes like streams of blood
We stood orphaned beside the newly dug up pit
Knowing quite well that the days of glory have fled!
When you left, leaving in us a contused wound
We hoped time would heal the gash quite soon
But with every passing day you're sorely missed
Especially when our life goes out of tune
At times when I feel lonesome with none to care
In weariness I search you among the stars of the sky
When my heart twitches with an unknown pain
To your comforting presence, my mind does fly
Sometimes I envision you coming into my room
Smiling that sweet smile in the dead of the night
But soon I realize it is only a fleeting vision
And from my sight, you vanish like an ethereal sprite
Rambling through the avenues of vanished years
We remember your sweet assurance, tender care n' love
But never will we have the joy of having them again
For you flew into the horizon like a gentle dove
Your engulfing presence, my tiny world once filled
With that old bygone past how I was content
A treasure of sweet memories, still I do hold
Now your eternal absence, how deeply I lament
Oh Mother, though you are dead and gone
Our love for you is inscribed deep in our hearts
Which nothing can erase or erode and will last
Until finally life from our body silently departs!
a GREAT poem, Valsa. i read Brian Johnston's comment with care, knowing something about him. i disagree with his use of pale, if he means to say that your memory or poem of your mother is pale/faint. your memory and poem is vivid, a word for which i found all of these synonyms, many of which i feel apply here: graphic, evocative, realistic, lifelike, faithful, authentic, clear, detailed, lucid, eloquent, striking, arresting, impressive, colorful, rich, picturesque, dramatic, lively, stimulating, interesting, fascinating, scintillating; memorable, powerful, stirring, moving, telling, haunting this is a poem for MyPoemList. beautiful. and the rhyming is well done! i wonder when you wrote it. hmm? some of my favorite parts: Tears trickled from our eyes like streams of blood We hoped time would heal the gash quite soon But with every passing day you're sorely missed Especially when our life goes out of tune ......................... i really can NOT relate to your sentiment well; i loved my mom, but i'm just not very sentimental (or romantic) . but you wrote orphaned, so i wonder if your mom died while you were still a child; another poem about your mom helps reinforce that idea i think. my mom to age 90. Rambling through the avenues of vanished years We remember your sweet assurance, tender care n' love ............ [some would say to write 'n' for and i think.] Your engulfing presence, my tiny world once filled With that old bygone past how I was content A treasure of sweet memories, still I do hold Now your eternal absence, how deeply I lament......... including content/lament. nice. i also liked your other rhymes, but when i noticed a lack of rhymes in the first two stanzas, it did NOT bother me at all. profound words, needing no rhymes. thanks for sharing. :) bri
Oh Mother, though you are dead and gone Our love for you is inscribed deep in our hearts Which nothing can erase or erode and will last Until finally life from our body silently departs! No substitute of mother! ................10
The head may forget but the heart will ever remember the deeper delights of by-gone days of a mother's devotion, unfailing, unbounded, her loving caresses, her smiles and her tears can never be erased till the last......Valsa......a very poignant write...10/10
Bereavement is a deep, sad wound, almost impossible to heal. At times of joy or in sorrow, we are haunted by the thoughts of those loved ones who have left us. A highly emotional poem. Let us hope, one day, we shall be able to meet our dear and near ones in another realm.
Rambling through the avenues of vanished years sometimes we envision mother's coming into mind and memory. This poem is very beautifully and emotionally penned and this is definitely an excellent poem shared here...10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very beautiful poem. Oh mother, still I remember and this is the great tribute. In my memory in my room you come and I envision this brings new feelings to live life. Beautiful, beautiful and beautiful poem shared.