Truer Words

For IWD, there are many women who’s example I’ve tried to follow.  I have always looked up to political activists such as Amy Goodman, Arundhati Roy, and Cindy Sheehan, but none of them have really had a direct effect on my life.  Perhaps the greatest influence (and I plead bias on this one) is probably my mother who continues to be a person I respect and admire.  I wrote a poem not too long ago depicting how we tend to take things for granted and how that leads to regret.  I certainly see myself guilty of this and I hope this illustrates that the motherly qualities of a woman is something that is truly priceless.

I Remember…

I remember your comforting presence at this time,
The way your essence made the household shine.
I remember when creating a mess was a punishable crime,
And your sweet songs that would always rhyme.

In the hour of your passing I stand in illuminated solitude,
Trying to gather some sense of artificial fortitude.
My heart heavy with a foreign sadness,
Driving me to the brink of suicidal madness.

I remember the way you held out your hand,
And helped me build castles in the sand.
I remember your calming whispers when we were about to land,
Somehow you always made me understand.

I am devoid of emotion,
Lost in the midst of chaotic commotion.
I am descending into the abyss of eternal despair, I am beyond repair.
I struggle to fight my vulnerability
Unable to break the inevitable laws of gravity

I remember when you always came to my immediate defense,
Your reassuring attitude that always made sense.
I remember when you scolded me and how I always became tense,
Whatever you did for me, the gains were always immense.

It pains me that I took you for granted,
How did my psyche become so slanted?
During your last breaths I prayed for your revival,
Realizing how you were essential for my survival.

I remember how you acquiesced to my ridiculous demands,
Buying me clothes that were expensive name-brands.
And I remember how I still ignored your motherly commands,
And now in the twilight your tombstone stands.

Your love was always platitude,
But I never showed you any gratitude.
Even though I shall visit your grave every December,
I will forever,

Remember…