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nothing much has changed
Posted: March 2nd, 2011, 2:16 am
by justwalt
complications... just about covers it all,
the cookie crumbled, as hope took a fall
she died just before noon... with nothing to say,
outside, perfection rained, on a nothing monday
I held her slack hand... heard the last of her breath,
then bid her sweet farewell, and welcomed in her death
there is an island of joy... out in that angry ocean of pain,
a place purely of peace, from some other unearthly domain
I could sense that it was nearer... could hear its subtle song,
and I took in all the feelings, before they all were gone
the staff wanted to comfort me... so I let just one or two,
they know death so well here, he's a regular at the ICU
but they didn't know me... and they didn't understand us,
mom and I have our own truth, with no frills and no fuss
nothing much has changed... surprising as I know it sounds,
our closeness doesn't lessen, but rather... it compounds
choices make a difference... but what will be will alway be,
until we make our move from the now, into that eternity
to: mary ann rogers-alice margret doyle-usinski-stolle,
another miraculous mother
1934-2011
wgs
3/1/11
Re: nothing much has changed
Posted: March 2nd, 2011, 3:07 am
by stilltrucking
and I took in all the feelings, before they all were gone
Thank you for the poem.
Re: nothing much has changed
Posted: March 2nd, 2011, 7:59 am
by dadio
I found this very moving and well put together.
Re: nothing much has changed
Posted: March 2nd, 2011, 11:24 pm
by Arcadia
yeah..., moving & hermoso poema, walt!
Re: nothing much has changed
Posted: March 3rd, 2011, 12:11 am
by justwalt
Thanks so much ya'll... I see one of mom's acquaintances has passed
on the same day, of the same technical cause... that was Jane Russell.
One of mom's closest friends told me about it just this morning... weird.
walt
Re: nothing much has changed
Posted: March 4th, 2011, 10:02 am
by joel
justwalt wrote:
nothing much has changed... surprising as I know it sounds,
our closeness doesn't lessen, but rather... it compounds
Walt: peace as you compound, and thank you for this lesson in love, and blessings in the memories you hold and the life/lives you carry forward.
This is beautifully witnessed.
Thanks.
Re: nothing much has changed
Posted: March 4th, 2011, 12:29 pm
by justwalt
Received Joel,
It was so many things all at once... too many definitions.
I couldn't miss it for this world, the second most personal
moment of our two lives. Thoughts can interact without
our even knowing, faster than whatever fast is. Maybe
that's what happens... when the hours feel like minutes.
I am conscious of the teaching. It is intended. It is only
the truth expressed... but I am just the student.
walt
Re: nothing much has changed
Posted: March 4th, 2011, 1:29 pm
by Steve Plonk
Just Walt, Wonderful elegy, sorry for your loss.
Re: nothing much has changed
Posted: March 5th, 2011, 2:15 pm
by justwalt
Thank you Steve... had to edit the 14th line... just two words
Re: nothing much has changed
Posted: March 6th, 2011, 11:40 pm
by Doreen Peri
This is a touching, lovely tribute, Walt. Sincerest sympathies.
Re: nothing much has changed
Posted: March 7th, 2011, 2:42 am
by justwalt
I accept it, with a sincerest thank you,
right back at cha, Doreen...
sympathies are expected, to ease one's grief incurred,
but I do not know this grief, as it might have been infurred
I release control of the emotions, before they will overflow,
and knowing them so well, curbs the need to let them grow
it surly is a time of sorrow, for myself and any other friend,
but we've come to understand it as, a beginning, and an end
they say that time heals every wound, but this is not so true,
it could be that time may forget, but that is not what I will do
anyway, a celebration is in the midst, of a life that is complete,
to feel the love come shining through, is really something sweet
maybe in the case of sympathy, my understanding is too deep,
I fully feel its implied intervention, but it's not a thing I long to keep
that's not to say I will reject it, as I know it comes from open hearts,
so I will always want to accept it, knowing the feeling that it imparts
the friendshp is quite enough alone, as we also know what is unsaid,
when words can't carry their full meaning, the heart relates it instead
walt