Is there a way out?
Memories can be mean
Especially those
Which are painful,
And close to heart,
Those which you
Seem to have let go....
Yet!
There are so many
Fond and happy memories
But, I am still stuck
In the ICU,
Where She breathed her last.
The very bed on which She lay
Where She fought for death
Days that were a nightmare.
The very bed on which She lay
Her face brightening up
To my presence.
The very bed on which She lay
Conversing with others
Through my words.
The very bed on which She lay
Praying to be free
Of pain and suffering.
The very moment
When She was breathing her last
Praying by her bedside,
Holding her hand and
Hoping....
Is there a way out?
For - The Think Tank Thursday
dVerse ~ Meeting At The Bar
It must be so hard letting her go, Janaki. But I'm sure she's looking down on you and your family with love and taking care of you all as she did in the past.
ReplyDeleteThanks for the comforting words Corinne.
DeleteI was so moved reading this, my friend. As Corinne stated, your mom is looking down on you with love and so much pride in her girl.
ReplyDeleteThanks and Hugs Martha.
DeleteJanaki,
ReplyDeleteLovely Piece without a doubt your mother is blessing you from the heavens my love
huggs
Jessica
Thanks and Hugs Jessica.
DeleteJanu, this is full of pain. You've elicited emotion by taking us with you into the ICU--repeating the line "the very bed" is like a hammer blow driving home the sadness.
ReplyDeleteThanks Victoria.
DeleteJanu,
ReplyDeleteYou have written a very powerful poem full of emotions and feelings. Always a sad event letting go to another place.
Eileen
ugh...the repetition of the bed where she lay is rather haunting and drives this poem well...there is a heavy depth of feeling as well...
ReplyDeleteThanks Brian.
DeleteThis reminds me of our last days with Baba...so powerfully written.
ReplyDeleteThanks MM
Deleteoh my...i'm glad she found the way out...the bed sounded like a prison and the repetition made it even more haunting..
ReplyDelete:-)
DeleteReminded me of my dear dad's last hours on this earth in the hospital. But I know he's always with me and looking after me just as your mum is always with you and looking after you.
ReplyDeleteTake care. love and hugs.
Love and Hugs Suzy....thanks for sharing.
DeleteVery poignant and painful... goes well with the prompt!
ReplyDeleteThanks Tarang.
DeleteVery touching...beautifully written. It brought back memories of my grandfather who passed away 3 years ago.
ReplyDeleteThanks Me.
DeleteA very moving piece of work, your words put me right there with you. The pain intense. I am so glad that there was release from the prison of her bed. As was said earlier, I am sure she is taking care of you from above.
ReplyDeleteMy dear Janu,
ReplyDeleteA moving piece you wrote here. Sadly, pain and suffering is a very big part of life that no one can escape. It only reminds us our mortal we are as little humans. I personally believe there is a sweetness to death because there will be no more suffering. Thanks for sharing my friend.
I glad she finally escaped her suffering as someone close to me has just done.May they Rest in Peace.
ReplyDeleteMemories of suffering and the prayers for release are cruel, indeed. like your lines repeat, memories do also.
ReplyDeleteI see through the comments that this is about your mother. She is so very blessed to have such an emotionally intact and caring daughter. My thoughts go out for you all.
ReplyDeleteWhile reading this I felt like it came from a place very close to you...it's very sad and very beautiful.
ReplyDeleteI see the sadness and the ripple of life in your words~
ReplyDeleteIt was beautiful to encompass the love in your poem, yet
sad to be part of this journey! We all have to be part of this
walk!
Hope and peace ~ this is what we pray for our loved ones who part. I felt the emotions you had here. I offer you my prayers and love :*
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