MEB Posted January 11, 2018 Share Posted January 11, 2018 I awaken strong and fully aware. Close by my new parents embraced in loving care. As the days pass they tend to my needs. All the while beating back the ever present weeds. My parents rejoice in what the have created. They visit often their love apparent and unabated. My Father stands watch proud and stern. Guarding my existence at any cost I would learn. My Mother provides love as only a Mother can. I grow strong with her attention and caring hands. Many years have now passed since my awakening. With surprise I see my Mother sobbing and shaking. My Father in the distance appears not to care. Yet I catch his eye and see his despair. They keep their distance no longer as one. My roots have begun to wither and are exposed to the sun. I am scared and void of the joy I once knew. My Mothers love and presence has vanished into the wild blue. I know I am dying the pain is constant and acute. My Father attempts to save me his resolve absolute. I feel sorrow for he has not yet realized. My existence requires not one but two lives. Startled by cries of pain and defeat. I watch my Father struggle to unsteady feet. He approaches knowing what he must do. All hope lost realizing that it takes two. He grasps my roots reluctantly his love undiminished. Reality has prevailed and he knows my purpose is now finished. With grief in his eyes he ends my pain and sorrow. I place a seed on his shoe perhaps there is hope for him tomorrow. I wrote this a few hours ago trying to help my grieving process. Obviously Mother has need of a new life. Not bitter but this has been the most emotional time in my life. Link to post Share on other sites
FilterCoffee Posted January 12, 2018 Share Posted January 12, 2018 Hey MEB, When I was in my early teens, my parents fought a lot and I had sleepless nights thinking that my parents were going to get a divorce. They didn't but they still fight a lot. I understand your pain but let me respond in the way most befitting. This Too Shall Pass Away Once in Persia reigned a King, Who upon his signet ring Graved a maxim true and wise, Which, if held before his eyes, Gave him counsel at a glance, Fit for every change and chance. Solemn words, and these are they; "Even this shall pass away." Trains of camels through the sand Brought him gems from Samarcand; Fleets of galleys through the seas Brought him pearls to match with these; But he counted not his gain, Treasures of mine or main; "What is wealth?" the king would say; "Even this shall pass away." Mid the revels of his court, At the zenith of his sport, When the palms of all his guests, Burned with clapping at his jests, He, amid his figs and wine; Cried, 'O loving friends of mine; Pleasures come, but not to stay; "Even this shall pass away" Lady, fairest ever seen, Was the bride he crowned his queen. Pillowed on his marriage bed, Softly to his soul he said: Though no bridegroom ever passed; Fairer bosom to his breast, Mortal flesh must come to clay- "Even this shall pass away" Fighting on a furious field, Once a javelin pierced his shield; Soldiers, with a loud lament, Bore him bleeding to his tent. Groaning from his tortured side, "Pain is hard to bear," he cried; "But with patience, day by day, Even this shall pass away. Towering in the public square, Twenty cubits in the air, Rose his statue carved in stone. Then the king, disguised, unknown, Stood before his sculptured name, Musing meekly: "What is fame?" Fame is but a slow decay; Even this shall pass away. Struck with palsy, sore and old, Waiting at the Gates of Gold, Said he with his dying breath, "Life is done, but what is death?" Then, in answer to the king, Fell a sun beam on his ring, "Even this shall pass away." - Theodre Tilton Link to post Share on other sites
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