Wednesday, March 01, 2006

What is

I meant to write about death
about missing you
and about the
light that comes from the dark

but all I have is
this golden light through
the open door
on a cool morning
the little birds singing in
the bare tree outside
how welcome
their song is
the sound of my own

Today is my mother's birthday.


Blogger Mary said...

I've teared up at this one .... no words. Thank you for sharing this with us.

3/01/2006 12:20 PM  
Anonymous yllstonewolf said...

and in writing about the light, you honor the life of your loved one. thanks so much! this touches my heart.

3/01/2006 12:35 PM  
Blogger rdl said...


3/01/2006 1:08 PM  
Blogger snowsparkle said...

mb, i'm so sorry for your loss. what a beautiful tribute to your mom, to your feelings. its a good reminder for me to be grateful. we share something in common: my mom's birthday is in march too (10th).

3/01/2006 2:16 PM  
Blogger Sky said...

What a nice celebration of her. Light, open door, song, breath = life = light that comes from (after) the dark.

3/01/2006 3:50 PM  
Blogger Brenda said...

The poignancy of this poem says all the sadness and how life goes on even with the sadness of loss and it nearly broke my heart to read even though it is full of wisdom and acceptance and light. She must have been an extraordinarily beautiful woman to have such a daughter.

3/01/2006 4:03 PM  
Blogger zhoen said...

I felt my Aunt Evelyn beaming at me through this one. Where there was once so much pain, now there is a lightness that cheers me.

3/01/2006 4:07 PM  
Blogger Lhombre said... wonderful azulejo. She must be so proud of you. I know you are aware of my recent loss; so you know of my empathy for you; as so many others others have shown as well.

Luz...ah...luz. Siempre, hay ligero!

Esto siempre será el día que su madre nacía. Un Cumpleaños, para siempre.

3/01/2006 4:44 PM  
Blogger Lhombre said...

azulejo, perdóneme. Eso no debe ser "ligero" que lo debe ser "luz." Pero. . Pienso que usted sabe eso.

3/01/2006 4:58 PM  
Blogger leslee said...

Oh! So sad. But yes, always the light.

3/01/2006 6:01 PM  
Blogger Frankie said...

I'm so sorry for your loss MB, but am grateful (as I'm sure she is) for this beautiful tribute to your mother. Always the light, the sound of your own breath. She's in it all, as are you. Sending love!! xoxo

3/01/2006 6:23 PM  
Blogger Rexroth's Daughter said...

So beautiful, MB. Those first four lines sum up everything I have felt since the day my father died. You honor your mother's memory so beautifully with these words.

3/01/2006 6:39 PM  
Blogger Patry Francis said...

oh, mb...this is stunning.

3/01/2006 8:06 PM  
Blogger MB said...

You buoy me up with your words of support and empathy. I give heartfelt thanks for a community so generous. If my words have somehow given some thing to you, then I feel I have accomplished something -- part of the light that comes from the dark. It never ceases to startle me how deep grief can be; even after ten years, still it comes in waves. But it is not the same grief that was ten years ago, not by any means. It has been tempered by time and growth and much love. And community. I am touched that you understood this poem, which seems so strange as I read it now, and yet which I understand so well at the same time. I suppose that is the nature of poetry, to say things that cannot be said by ordinary means. Yes, my mother was an extraordinary woman and she is sorely missed. Yet I have become accustomed to her absence, thanks to the light and love I feel ... much of it from friends like you. Thank you. Every one. Siempre la luz, siempre el amor, siempre un cumpleanos. Siempre mi gratitud.

3/01/2006 8:17 PM  
Blogger alan said...

How do you leave tears as a comment?

Your gift is amazing!


3/02/2006 1:06 AM  
Blogger Crafty Green Poet said...

A really beautiful poem. Thank you so much for sharing.

3/02/2006 1:51 AM  
Blogger Jean said...

Oh. No words, but lots of feelings.

3/02/2006 2:24 AM  
Blogger Tongue in Cheek Antiques said...

love conquers all, love is stron gin your poem

3/02/2006 12:22 PM  
Blogger MB said...

Alan, cgp, Jean and tica... thank you for your responses and for coming by.

3/02/2006 4:41 PM  
Blogger mermaid said...

Happy birthday, mother of Nature Child, Nature Poet, and Spirit Woman.

3/02/2006 6:31 PM  
Blogger Sue hardy-Dawson said...

This is a beautiful tribute I hope it brought with it healing

3/03/2006 5:41 AM  
Blogger MB said...

Mermaid, I appreciate that wish very much.

Sue, it has and does, for me and others. Thank you.

3/03/2006 12:06 PM  
Blogger Firehawk said...


Such an excellent first line! Also, interestingly apropos to what we were talking about...the poems we mean to write, as opposed to the ones we actually do.

3/03/2006 12:10 PM  
Blogger MB said...

Firehawk, thanks. Yes, as I've said before, there's no accounting for the twists and turns of the warrens the mind may follow to find a poem. This wasn't the poem I expected to write.

3/03/2006 3:54 PM  
Blogger ruth said...

how very lovely. as always, mb, you turn things around ion the palm of my hand so the light falls differently and I see them anew. Thank you.

3/03/2006 11:59 PM  
Blogger MB said...

Thank you for telling me that, Ruth.

3/05/2006 6:54 PM  
Blogger garnet david said...

A zen poem if I ever saw one.

3/07/2006 7:29 PM  

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