Letting Go Poem by Noreen Carden

art of letting go, good writing, thanks.

bestow/go....i like it. i wonder if it was intentional. of course! ? strange it is that i don't remember if i kissed my mom goodbye. i did spend a lot of time in the hospital with her during two days before she 'slipped away/died', during which time she was 'out of it'. i did think later that i wished i had talked to her some as though she could hear me, which maybe she could. nicely told, Noreen. thanks for sharing. i wouldn't say my mom gave me a 'lesson', but her attitude towards death may have helped me develop the skill of letting go. it was her time. she had lived longer than she 'planned' on. i hope i don't last so long! if you wish to read about my mom's death, feel free: 100th Birthday [Missed By 'Mom']...... [SHORT; my mom; death; serious but NOT sad] reviewed

Sad poem Noreen but beautifully written.

Touching poem from your heart. Yes, this is the last lesson which a mother can teach the child. Well written. Though letting go is very painful, but we have no choice.. I loved reading each lines....

Whan my mother passed away I lost my best friend, she is still alive in my heart, she was such a good mother. Beautiful, moving reality of letting go!

As dawn broke your eyes sent a silent plea. I kissed your face. This final gift, mine to bestow. sad poem. . with a final message to the reader. learn to let go. thank u dear Noreen. tony

Nicely and beautifully crafted, this is truly The art of letting go

Lovely tribute, really moved me. Thank you

The second stanza brought sudden tears to my eyes, not of grief but of fulfillment because the love you displayed in granting your mother's silent plea is a blessing past all the riches of the world. MY GRIP WILLED YOU TO REMAIN such is our fond and foolish desire but the experience teaches us a very different lesson - one that is so hard to accept. But your poem is making me make that right decision again - almost two years after my mother's death. I wrote and delivered a farewell speech at her funeral, the most important thing I've ever written but I used the words of Wallace Stevens to close it, words she had appreciated when I read the poem to her years before - WE MAKE A DWELLING IN THE EVENING AIR / IN WHICH BEING THERE TOGETHER IS ENOUGH.

ok, this is worth commenting on again, and i'll send to MyPoemList. nice rhyming and description of the last parting of mom and daughter. bri :)