Tuesday, July 10, 2007

Mothers and Guilt

She said I would receive her wedding ring
I protested
for I didn’t want to think of her dying
or of taking fidelity off her finger

So soon,
we were dividing the possessions
My sisters stated,
she wanted you to have the ring
I protested again

She was buried with it sparkling
but now every time rings are mentioned
I cringe and remember
I didn’t listen to her

10 comments:

J. Andrew Lockhart said...

very thought provoking

Pat Paulk said...

I understand the feeling, as long as she has the ring she can't be gone. Excellent poem Carol!!

Pearl said...

powerful situation powerfully put: take fidelity off the finger.

wandi said...

Carol this is so thought provoking. I think about this often as it is brought up between family members and me.The question asked is " When mom goes do you want" ...... I don't even care about that. The stuff! What is the stuff compared to mom. It does not replace her. I love your poem.

mompoet said...

Beautiful work Carol. You convey much in a few words.
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aurora said...

Oh, this hits home on so many levels! Well done!

rdl said...

Wow - great poem!

Lazy Daisy said...

Wow...I agree...very moving, deeply personal

David said...

coulda
shoulda
woulda?

hello again, carol.

Emily said...

Bittersweet...