Poems of Sorrow: But, no more.

In the course of life, unexpected, unplanned, undesired events occur.  In these times, we adjust, suspending our plans and clearing our schedules to attend to those pressing tasks.  Such news arrived this week, with the death of my cousin’s son.  Blogs tend to range from cheery essays to social rants, neither of which are germane to my family’s experience at this time.  I shall postpone my writings about visits and the seasons, in respect to those who read.  Instead, I offer poems of sorrow.  

A mother’s loss
Can never be restored.
The years of toil and chores,
Worries, joy, and anticipation
To see her son grow,
Mature, and graduate
Into his adult life.
But, no more.

A father’s loss
Can never be restored.
The years of teaching
And learning patience,
With a son whose body and mind
Strengthen with each lesson,
Trial and test of stamina.
But, no more.

A brother’s loss
Can never be restored.
The years of competition
And companionship,
Sharing in their parents love,
As well as rebukes for pranks
And needless arguments.
But, no more.

Upon the loss of youth
No more is the order of life
Sustained for continuity
Of the generations.
No more will the future
Fulfill the potential.
What will restore the loss
Of a mother, father, and brother?

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About hermitsdoor

Up here in the mountains, we have a saying, "You can't get there from here", which really means "We wouldn't go the trouble to do that". Another concept is that "If you don't know, we ain't telling." For the rest, you'll have to read between the lines.
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3 Responses to Poems of Sorrow: But, no more.

  1. Felicia says:

    How beautiful your words that paint a picture of sadness at the loss of a young life. This seems like an appropriate response in this time of grief. Your sensitivity and grace are a welcome departure from the adage – “Life goes on.” Thanks for sharing your gift of verse with us and causing us to think deeply about the specific loss of each immediate family member.

    • hermitsdoor says:

      Felicia,
      Thanks for reading, experiencing, and responding. Living goes on, but often in directions which we did not intend, anticipate, or desire. Grieving is one of those present moments between a past, which is no more, and a future of which we may not be able to envision. Sorrow allows us to be in that moment.
      Oscar

  2. hermitsdoor says:

    For those interested, my cousin has created a website for her son Alex. http://www.alexvasquez.org
    Oscar

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