Guilt
On a sullen Dutch summer day,
With no hint of sun or rain,
When even the trees refuse to sway,
I search for hope, but in vain.I hear her voice across many a mile,
Faint against the torrential pour,
And the cough that hides behind the smile,
Wishing I was there, and nothing more.When my head was spinning and very hot,
She had picked me up and held me close;
Even though I was numb and but a tot,
That memory, I cherish like a golden rose.When the world had all but fallen apart,
When even breathing was just a drain,
She had smiled, straight from her heart
And I knew then, all would be well again.Yet, I sit here, worthless, in a faraway land,
What is it that keeps me here, I wonder;
When all I want is to hug her and hold her hand,
What could be worth keeping me and her asunder?
Could I go home, just to make a cup of herbal tea,
So she could watch the rain, with me at her side?
To answer without a phone, when she calls for me,
Just to be there, to hold her through every stride?I stare out from my window at the sultry summer sky,
And wish I could be home, by any wild wonderful way,
Perhaps a pair of wings that would let me soar and fly;
Yet all that stares back is a dark dismal dreary day.
Get well soon, my mother dear.
Hey Sue
Good to see you back! Lovely poem. It echoes my own thoughts…
Love
Rambler
Comment by Rambler — June 25, 2006 @ 4:32 pm
Wanting the new
Longing the old
Oh, the torment
Comment by Sig11 — June 25, 2006 @ 6:42 pm
Thanks, Rambler..:)
Sig11, its a torment indeed. nice “haiku” !
Comment by Sue — June 26, 2006 @ 6:00 am
Hi Sue,
Hope your mother feels better soon.
Comment by Anjali — June 26, 2006 @ 12:09 pm
Did your mom read this? How is she now?
Comment by Mridula — June 27, 2006 @ 1:28 pm
After reading your wonderful verse, all I can think of is this:
Across distances when longing stretches, to touch a leaf that awaits a warm breath that’ll breathe life in it anew, the waiting ceases only when the next waiting begins!
Comment by Anil — July 30, 2006 @ 4:35 pm
Thanks, everyone. My mom is much better now.
Anil, how true..the waiting the never ends..
Comment by Sue — August 1, 2006 @ 7:26 pm
Hi Sue. I found your poem very touching. I often struggle with the same feelings. Not sure though, if there is ever a solution….
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