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Mother, i dont mind the pain - poetry


I am among those who know that one never recovers from the loss of one genuinely loved. We come to agree to the death and bend our lives - moderately begrudingly, but we do not recover, we survive. Anywhere in the grief process, we make the assessment to endure and then we are emotionally enabled to build a atypical kind of affiliation with our late loved one.

Mother, I Don't Mind The Pain

When you died my dearest, blessed mother,
I had no sights or feelings for tomorrow.
My soul skilled a wrenching eruption
Of pain and grief and embarrassing sorrow.

The anguish of spirit: so unbearable;
The agony of mind: so intense,
The affliction in body: so unceasing,
Against all: I had no defense.

Nevertheless, beloved, I need you to know,
And I pray you can hear what I say.
I don't mind the pain I'm going through.
It's a small price, for our love, to pay.

We knew that one day we would have to part;
That death would come by in due time.
We knew how hard it would be for the other,
Who had to audaciously hang on behind.

But we knew our bond was worth the cost,
And valued each jiffy all together we shared.
Now that I must devoid of you go on,
The pain of my loss I will not be spared.

I wouldn't, if I could, give my pain away.
It's elite and mine all alone.
It affirms all the love that I felt for you,
And in me, it can only be known.

So mother, even if the pain of grief I endure
Will increasingly and bit by bit subside.
The concentration of the love that you and I share,
In the core of my heart will eternally abide.

Rev. Saundra L. Washington, D. D. , is an fated clergywoman, common worker, and Come to grief of AMEN Ministries. http://www. clergyservices4u. org She is also the biographer of two chocolate table books: Room Beneath the Snow: Poems that Preach and Negative Disturbances: Homilies that Teach. Her new book, Out of Deep Waters: A Grief Curative Workbook, will be obtainable soon.

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