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'How Do I Say Goodbye?'


The answer to the question asked within this new poem's title,
Is one I cannot fathom; one I cannot muster,
For how do I say goodbye to my own dear wonderful mother,
The one who gave me life itself in all its awesome wonder.

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The road I now stand upon is rocky; filled with black holes,
They were not there before she passed; before her shadow left her,
I stand in wait with eyes tear-filled; my heart still trying to beat,
But how can it keep me strong; keep me standing on my feet?

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In the course of time her life was long, and so I celebrate,
But the years she lived have passed too fast, as if without a trace,
And those now left behind, like me, now seek to find a purpose,
Of why, or how, and what could be if remaining moments were in surplus.

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Dear Mother, on your path of grace, and blessed glory,
Please think about your children who are left to tell your story,
But a happy ending can not be, regardless of the plot line,
For you're not here to hold our hands, and assure all will be fine.

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Why did you leave, you left too soon, so much is left undone,
I cannot cope, how can I see when tears have blocked the sun?
My breath is gone, I do not know the way to smile, or when,
Until your soul can take the time to touch me once again ...

Until then, how do I say goodbye?

Rusty Blackwood
© 2015

~ The title of this poem is self explanatory. It is one of the hardest -
if not the hardest - I have ever written. I knew her passing would be difficult
to accept, cope with, and endure, but I never knew how hard it would actually
be. My mother had a very long life, ninety three years, and she would have
seen ninety four had she lived three more months. But time is not promised to
anyone, and I am thankful for the amount given her, and my time with her to
have shared it. She was an amazing woman, and to me, a stalwart, guiding light.
I will never forget her, and I will love her the rest of my days. ~ R.B.

'Norma Irene Webber-Beecroft. December 25, 1921 - September 18, 2015' RIP.

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