For the dVerse Poets challenge – Gender Bender. Kelly Letky set us the challenge to write a poem from the point of view of the opposite sex. Very difficult, I just found 🙂
REMEMBER THE TIME
There is grass growing
on your grave, little one.
Remember the time
when you had walked
on the grass and found
a wriggling worm. You
had run to me afraid and
I had lifted you in the air
and you had declared
you could touch the stars.
I don’t notice the stars anymore.
The tree beside your grave
is shedding leaves, little one.
Remember the times
when you had lain on
my chest, quiet and gently
breathing, and said it felt
like a tree. My arms
the branches. I suppose
you meant strong
and stable and rooted.
You had never seen an uprooted tree.
There are daisies
on your headstone, little one.
Remember the time
your mother and you
had made daisy chains
in the meadow not noticing
the birds that had snacked
on our picnic lunch.
How the two of you had
giggled until my belly
was full of your laughter.
She has not smiled in a long time.
~~~
In my family, my father was the gentle one, pouring his gentle affection on me unconditionally. Of course, the scenario described above didn’t happen in my case, but I can imagine my father would have been devastated, I being the only daughter and the apple of his eye. For any parent to lose their child while they are still alive would be devastating. In an Indian language, there is a word for it ‘teera dukham’ – unending sorrow.
this is so touching!
Thanks.
Beautifully touching.
Thanks Celestine. Got your email 🙂
Oh, this is so poignant and well-told. I think you did a great job with the prompt, even brought a little tear to my eye.
Thanks Kelly.
It would be a tragedy indeed for any parent ~ I like how you got into the head of your father and wrote this sad story from his perspective ~ I specially like the ending lines of:
I don’t notice the stars anymore.
She has not smiled in a long time.
Thanks for linking up with D’verse ~
Thanks Grace.
You really did a good job of writing the part of a bereaved father….your poem really shows how it ‘knocks the sails’ out of him and, of course, the mother too! Very sensitively written.
Thanks Mary.
I love this.. it went beyond the male stereotype, and described that sweet love of a bereaved father.. just imagine the “little one” which I think is so much a father’s voice than a mother.
Thanks Bjorn.
Oh my goodness! This is so sad … and so good!
Thanks Lenny.
You really shined with this tale of bereavement. For any parent to lose a child is heart-breaking–you are not supposed to outlive your children. You did a fine job of finding the father’s POV & voice.
Thanks Glenn. Yes, I can imagine it would be heart-breaking. In an Indian language there’s a word for it ‘teera-dukham’ – unending sorrow.
When my child suffered for 51 days
i become the Mother and
Nuture him in his
last breath
holding him
yet my mother
holds me and
‘her’ mother
is troubled
distant..
a mother
can be
the greatest
father as
mother
to
both
wife
and
child..
the blessing
of a nutuRing
spirit passed
down
as woman
or
man..
so yes my
friend.. i for
one can closely
relate to your
poem understood
as me or not.. i Love
i Nuture all 234LBS
pressing half
a ton
straight
out with
legs 25
times at
age 55
but my
heart continues
to swell even larger..
than anything
below
will
ever
do….
Thanks Katie.I hope your child is well now.
This was just lovely. My father was also the gentle one. I could see so much of him in this. I miss him dreadfully.
Thanks. My father has passed too, but I can feel his presence, as I believe that those who love us are always with us in spirit.
A sweet & sensitive poem 🙂
Thanks Sanaa.
What a wonderful poem although so sad. There are no words to comfort those who have lost a child…so completely heartbreaking. I loved that you included some personal info about your own father being the tender hearted one who lavished you with affection…so very sweet to hear this. I’m glad that some get to have fathers such as yours.
Gayle ~
Thanks Gayle. Yes, he was a gentle soul. I am blessed.