the Day my Mother died . . .

[Bill]

 

the day my Mother Died

she has nurtured me

throughout the years of my cognizance

of life

she gave birth to all that i thought i was

and all that i am

she with assistance from Father

spawned my greater

i spawned the dark

it was upon her breast

that i learned the meaning of solace

a lesson one should not soon forget

for these days

it is integral

it was her eyes of understanding

that always was capable

of reading my soul

and many times

she spoke in silence

as she told me what time it was

even when i was late

in my compliance to the good

and these days as i remember

as i reflect

in the mirror i see clearly now

no longer i peer through the dark looking glass

for i know

that i am her child

though for a while

i did think otherwise

but my eyes of truth’s way of reconciling things

have yet to fail itself

and that is perhaps the greatest wealth

a Mother gives

the epitome

of why they live

to awaken

to that seemingly ethereal place

we have forsaken

to love

to nurture

until life is no more in this body

and somehow we embrace the lesson

and today, i am confessing

this revelation

this redundant epiphany

that with the absence of the sensation

of her physical presence

the present she imparted

was greater than my understandings

and demandings

i have cried about all my brief stay here

in the breast of her love for me

Mother has seeded my garden with

there are no fears

and through the tears

of my convoluted quest for peace within

again i must confess

that the best of who i am

is my Mother

and today this is what i celebrate

in my evocations

of how i walk through this life

in the rife of this inner peace

she has activated in me

which without cease

that calls forth

beckons my greater self

in every waking moment

every heart beat

every breath

yes, i live in this realm of love

i indwell

in this realm of joy

when i remember

the day my Mother died

that she may live in me

Happy Mother’s Day Mom

©  8 May : 2011 : William S. Peters, Sr.

[Bill]

yes she does . . .  and i celebrate that wonderful gift of her love . . .

Blessings

bill

[Cris]

surely she lives in you, for ever!!!!!! Thanks for sharing this beautiful experience!!!!! Hug

[Bill]

i wish to extend my Heart Felt Gratitude for each of your Loving Souls. I am Grateful and Humbled.

Thank You.

I hope you day was blessed with Peace, Joy and Love . . .

bill

[Paula]

Thank you for sharing your thoughts and feelings. Your poem has made me think of how I miss my mother and of all the spared words that I will never be able to share with her. Thank you, Mom!

[Brahma Kumar Viswanathan]

Superb Poem.  To Mr. Bill and to his POEM on MOTHER, My hundreds of salutes.  GOD BLESS YOU.........BK. Viswanathan, New Delhi, India.

[Brahma Kumar Viswanathan]

Mother is the living GODDESS on the Earth.  I send  MY BEST WISHES AND RESPECTFUL REGARDS to all mothers on the Earth........GOD BLESS ALL MOTHERS and the WOMEN-HOOD........ BK. Viswanathan, New Delhi, India.

[Béatrice LATEUR LACROIX]

Love is always the source of who we are.
Your words are very beautiful !
Thanks for sharing so much your inner world with us.
You are blessed to be the son of such a Mum.
Blessings for oyur mother and you.
Love and Peace for you and all Beings.

[Irit Hakim-Keller]

Thank you Bill.

The poem is very beautiful and touching.

May you be happy for ever.

[Bill]