love's duty, and i done it

i finally got to see my mum
the night before she died;
it long time was that she’d been ill
but, then so had i.

i came looking like a bandit
medical mask swathing half my face;
t’was the only way they’d let me in
i’m grateful for that grace.

she was awaiting my arrival
i could see it in her eyes,
she was waiting on my arrival
til i came she would not die.

her small pastel room was cozy,
for a hospice anyway,
with mementos, cards and flowers
bringing cheer to her long days.

she floated on a bed of air
comfortable and best for her they said.
it seemed much too noisy to my ear
but i was glad of any good it did.

at first she didn’t notice
that i was in the room,
our souls by illness both so subdued
we could hardly pierce the gloom.

i’d come with sis and dear old dad
she was used to their visits dear
and one of them, i know not which,
told her “dave is here.”

her glassy eyes turned right to me
joy and hope did try to leap;
but the leap, alas, was more a crawl
she was just too worn and weak.

her mumbled words were fragments
not grammer correct as used to be;
slurred speech but with clear meaning,
love and encouragement aimed at me.

dad and sis would add a word in
and mum would then reply
but mostly it was me that night
on whom she kept her eyes.

those eyes did slowly brighten
and her energy grew strong,
at least relatively speaking,
but my duty came ere long.

her strength so waxed she actually rose
with help ’cross room she walked.
she wished to use the washroom
her medical condition forgot.

with dad and sis’s assistance
back to the bed she came;
her spirit still was mighty
but strength seriously on the wane.

it seems no one had made clear to her
the truth of that room and bed,
for that is when she reached out to me
and in thready voice she said,

    “i want to go home!”

thus heavy duty came to me
as so often seems my lot,
unpleasant truth still truth it be
i told her, “you cannot.”

“i can’t?”, she asked in a small voice,
puzzled not complaining;
“not ever again”, i bluntly said,
though grief my heart was paining.


she mulled this as she lay back down
both dad and nurse her aiding.
i felt sad but good for partly this harsh truth
was why for me she had been waiting.

a special bond had mum and i
we’d known each other’s weakness;
we also knew each other’s strength,
plain talk mine, hers encouragement and meekness.

she rallied and again sat up
love and joy shone in her face;
we four had such a visit then
a wonder of God’s grace!

reluctantly we finally said goodbyes
we all simply had to sleep;
said goodbye, peace in our eyes
none felt the need to weep.

then one last time mum waited
on my loving dear old dad,
to come where she lay stuck
as each day he always had.

faithful as he could be he came
near after dawn’s first light,
gladly to spend his energy and time
on one who’d made his life so bright.

he read a verse and said a prayer,
and sang to her of the Lord they loved,
touched her lip with water to sip
and cooled her with damp cloth.

the same routine as every day
since death too close had got
their bond forged even stronger
by the trials the cancer brought.

then one last time she looked at him
eyes full of warmth and love,
now at peace she closed those eyes
went home to God above.

thus a mighty Godly warrior
from this sad earth departed,
but her strong faith and love live on
into each she knew imparted.

my verse of the last hours of my mum

ded is just a grumpy old geezer who likes to fool around wtih camera and computer and, hopefully brighten people’s day wtih the results. my philosophy of art

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  • lisameryl
    lisamerylabout 4 years ago

    This tugged at my heart! I’m deeply moved, for I indeed shedded a tear! Such BEAUTIFUL and POWERFUL writing! You and yours are in my thoughts and prayers! Peace and love be with you always, Lisa =)XO

  • thanks for reading and commenting. you’re MUCH too kind my friend

    – dedmanshootn

  • RobertMatthews
    RobertMatthewsabout 4 years ago

    I think you’ve done your mum extremely proud , She’s up there in heaven , waiting for you , waiting for her son , the chosen coo :) peace.

  • much appreciate your reading and commenting. very kind of you

    – dedmanshootn

  • annieannie
    annieannieabout 4 years ago

    what a way to discover your name
    tht is a most lovely poem and tribute
    i look forward to meeting you mum
    love to you bro
    annie xx

  • very kind of you to read and comment. much appreciated

    – dedmanshootn

  • Bobjarrett
    Bobjarrettabout 4 years ago

    Dave what a wonderful piece of work and my prayers are with you and yours.

  • very kind of you. thanks very much indeed!

    – dedmanshootn

  • Antionette
    Antionetteabout 4 years ago

    Dave, now you had me in tears! What a wonderful “from the heart” piece of writing. My mom passed away 5 years ago, but it feels as if it was only last month – not the sorrow so much, as the knowledge that now I am an orphan (Can somebody our age be an orphan?) Thank you for sharing…

  • since i’m an ‘orphan’ also i’d have to say yes! so sorry for your loss. mum died thirteen years ago but this is the first i’ve been able to write about it

    – dedmanshootn

  • Norma-jean Morrison
    Norma-jean Mor...about 4 years ago

    Dave, I have a lump in my throat as I know the love that you had along with your other kin, I did not reach my Father in time as he died in the city from a heart attack after my Mother had hers.. and I went to the morgue and had my final say…and got him out of there to where he had to be..or my Mother as she died in her bed from a horrifying heart, they had been separated for many long years. So I talk to Dad as I did back then when he was with me all my love and condolences…as a bond is so strong Normaje..

  • so sorry for your loss too my friend. its so good that are loved ones are still with us in heart and mind

    – dedmanshootn

  • Sherri     Nicholas
    Sherri Nic...about 4 years ago

    I just noticed your name David, I am so glad I did, Because David you have wrote this poem just the way it is. It was that for my, former husband and so many others I knew. It is so hard for us to see them hurting so bad and yet we don’t want them to go..because we love them and know how sad it will be without them..but they are so fortunate, for when God finally calls them home there pain is gone and they are now in peace….May God Rest Your mums Sould
    I am sorry for the loss of your mum..your words were so so heartbreaking me and you, but so well done..brought back my own memories of that time..

  • thank you for reading and for your heartfelt comment. you really moved me. i’m very sorry for your losses and i agree with you about the peace of God. the loss is ours but we have so much to be thankful for also

    – dedmanshootn

  • Kathilee
    Kathileeabout 4 years ago

    beautiful, beautiful tribute to your sweet mum. she’s smiling down at you from heaven

  • thank you very kindly. appreciate you reading and commenting

    – dedmanshootn

  • byzantinehalo
    byzantinehaloabout 4 years ago

    Hard moments in life and death, but your writing tells you were blessed in the sadness. Glad I stopped to read. :))

  • thanks very much for reading and commenting. much apprecaited

    – dedmanshootn

  • Elizabeth Kendall
    Elizabeth Kendallalmost 4 years ago

    Wonderful words of comfort to everyone who ever was touched by someone’s death, someone as close as a mother only can be. Appreciate it that you share this wonderful talent of yours Dave, you have an easy way with words! And what a tribute it is. ;-)

  • thank you kindly my friend. much appreciated. sorry this reply is so late. my puter and i have both been ill alas

    – dedmanshootn

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