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For my mother

By Barb DukemanPublished 3 years ago 1 min read

Spiraling solely outward-bound

She raged against the dying of the light

Floating backward, voices cannot follow

Arms outstretched, reaching up –

A guiding hand –

Into the past

Where recollected figures,

Foggy in her memory,

Provide a welcome respite on her final journey home.

A daughter, left behind,

Through half-shed filial tears

Sees little but that journey –

A separation –

Preparation for the future

Waiting for reunion:

The final meeting

In the twilight kingdom

Until then,

Dear Mother, go gentle

And once again you’ll dance with dad –

A dervish without agony or sorrow

Forever sing familiar songs

Into that good night may you rest in peace

In itinere finivit

Requiem aeternam dona eis, Domine

sad poetry

About the Creator

Barb Dukeman

After 32 years of teaching high school English, I've started writing again and loving every minute of it. I enjoy bringing ideas to life and the concept of leaving behind a legacy.

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