“A poem is the very image of life expressed in its eternal truth.”
Percy Bysshe Shelley

Friday, May 31, 2013

A Bereaved Mother Speaks

Bereavement etches
pain at still being around,
a survivor’s guilt.

How does one assuage
grief, disbelief and sadness
in a survivor?

Find the path to love
authentic and generous,
the truest honor.


Judy at Peace Be With You said...

This poem links to the blog of Hilda, George the Greek’s mother, at Xaidwspeaks. In her latest post, she teaches us magnificently about the nature of grief and how to cope with it.

Karen said...

A touching poem Judy.

xaidw B said...

My thanks to you, Judy. You understand so completely.Your poem encapsulates my many words in a few, poignant, direct phrases. My heart aches for you as well.

Gail said...

HI JUDY - your wisdom and insight inspire me, always. I trust your spirit, essence and shared truths.
Love Gail

Muffie said...

such a beautiful poem, Judy. My heart goes out to xaidw.

Kim @ Stuff could... said...

So sad to have this kind of grief

Judy at Peace Be With You said...

Karen, thank you.

Hilda, I am glad I was able to do justice to your post.

Gail, that is high praise indeed.

Muff, it is an experience hard to imagine.

Kim, hHeartbreaking.