I wrote this in the thick of grieving my Mum.. reading it makes me realize this time I did process the loss, unlike the one with my father that happened so long ago and seems to have overshadowed so many of my more recent struggles.

Loosen the knot from you hair
Hang your coat on the back of the chair
And lay yourself down
Surrender
To the place of letting go
Where being is known
Your weary body has grown thin
And your soul tired
From trying so hard
To fix and do and get
So much so that now
You long only for this
Repose in the soft homespun places of your centre
Where no more demands are laid upon you
Now you know how her aging heart felt
At the prospect of facing more pain
Unconsciously wrought by her desire
To generate life
And that one life
That ended in so much tragedy
Dogged her silently
Never absent on any day or night
As a witness you saw
But could not understand
Her hunger for rest
Until the day at the hospital where visitors descended
Like vultures
And you saw the withdrawal, fear and tiredness…
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The last line, let it go, is impressive.
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Maybe, after enough grieving, it finally let’s us go.
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Such a powerful poem.
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Maybe due to writing it in thick if that grieving.
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❤️
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