This Poem was Submitted By: DeniMari Z. On Date: 2007-05-12 02:55:30 . . . Click Here To Mail this Poem to a Friend!

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Anna

What did she do, was all I could say. Then laid down beside her, as God carried her away. Warm, yet odd, still there but not. Death had come stilling her heart. My right hand cradled her shoulder. No one said I couldn't hold her. Hold her, and hold her and cry on her bed. I couldn't believe my mother was dead. My head began to feel light. The ride home was not in sight. A heaviness I’ve never known,  Held me captive to the bone. Then the top of my head went numb, Yet I walked, then talked hearing much of none. There she lay, dressed and on display, I watched as the crowd washed in. My heart on the ground, I dared not to make a sound. My head was numb again. Doing my best I knelt alone, brushed your hair with my hand kissed your cheek, it felt cold. My heart picked up pace for our final embrace I shook as the tears began to flow. Numbness gone I'm moving on, Without you within reach. One day, my final day will come, I'll pray for you to see In hopes that God lets you be the one To carry me off to eternity.

Copyright © May 2007 DeniMari Z.

Additional Notes:
In memory of my mother, Anna.


This Poem was Critiqued By: Joan M Whiteman On Date: 2007-06-05 09:20:55
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 10.00000
Most difficult endeavor, these eulogaic poems but you handle it quite well. You show very clearly your aching loss, the pain and all of the love in your heart. A touching write. Thank you for sharing Joan


This Poem was Critiqued By: Dellena Rovito On Date: 2007-06-03 22:14:11
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 10.00000
DeniMarie, Such love for your mother, how wonderful! To have her meet you upon your death and carry you away.... I never experienced having a mother so I'm interested in how others feel. I imagine I would feel similiar. Your disraught at losing her, I feel loss of mine forever. Good heartfelt from the gut writing. Dellena
This Poem was Critiqued By: James C. Horak On Date: 2007-05-19 15:28:38
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 10.00000
It is a great privilage to be with someone dear when they leave. If you're holding their hand you feel the spirit depart. Such a thing can reaffirm a great deal; it can heal the gaping wound left and more completely. Were I to have my own preference, I would have placed on my tombstone, Don't Give Up On Me. Anna and eternity are a given. And where you choose to go when you leave is one too. Your poem is a hope for this. Preserve it always and temper your loss with it. JCH
This Poem was Critiqued By: Gerard A Geiger On Date: 2007-05-13 06:34:33
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 10.00000
A beautiful Poignant sad and heartfelt work about an emotionally gutwrenching moment when your beloved Mother died, and you realized she was moving on from this earthly sphere. This is an honest emotionally packed poem which deals with the unthinkable dreaded event of every child, which is the passing of their mother. DeniMari the inner pathos and stark truth of this work is astounding.. Thank you for sharing this important piece....Anna is proud of you...she is always waiting for you... Always your friend. Gerard
This Poem was Critiqued By: Claire H. Currier On Date: 2007-05-12 21:18:34
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 10.00000
Anna........the title captured my curiosity for you see Anna is not only my grandmother's name but the name of my Guardian Angel...........My heart aches for the pain you felt at the loss of your mother; there is no greater loss for a child no matter what age we are...........your words bring forth the empty feeling that death brings to those that are left behind.........I do like the thought you wrote of how God carried her away.....indeed, He did......He came and He loved her so much He took her home to stay where she now watches over you and others that touched her life here on earth. You hold tight my friend of your mother coming to take you home when the time comes for you to join her and others that have gone before her.........life is a journey we travel every day and each day brings us closer to God and our journey home. Your mother must be smiling down upon you today as your love flowers like Spring reaching up to her......thanks for taking the time to share with us; God Bless, Claire
This Poem was Critiqued By: Lora Silvey On Date: 2007-05-12 11:40:21
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 10.00000
DeniMari, I would not change a thing for this is your tribute, your right of passage, your shareing of grief and I feel both honored and humbled by your write. By poems end my eyes welled with tears and a myriad of emotions flooded my spirit...I offer you my prayers, God Bless. Lora
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