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,
The anguish of spirit: so unbearable;
Nevertheless, beloved, I need you to know,
We knew that one day we would have to part;
But we knew our bond was worth the cost,
I wouldn't, if I could, give my pain away.
So mother, even if the pain of grief I endure
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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