CONVERSATIONS: Immmortality

IMMORTALITY I didn’t realizeUntil recently That you’re still alive You live in me We share the same stare Knowing eyes Eyes that care I see your face in mine From time to time When I catch a glimpse Of who I am We have similar ways Especially now How I spend my days Every faltering step Sweet sighs of reality That special melancholy Gentle touch on the countertop As I pass by To answer the door You at my side Walking as one You are my mother Truly I am your son But mamma Will you hold my hand When I let go Will you help me through As I did for you Are you there Do you see Do you hear Me

— Geremia, Dec 16, 2008

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Debra Bryant

17 years 5 months ago

Longo

I knew you were writing about your mother before I read through to the end. I believe when a loved one dies, they leave pieces of themselves with us and they live on in our hearts forever. Very emotional read for me. Well done. Sincerely; Debbie

Geremia

17 years 5 months ago

DREAM DANCE

J.B. Longo-Geremia DREAM DANCE I held her frail body in my arms: “ Don’t worry, mom, I will danse you to the other side.” The music began to play as we twirled around the room. She smiled and lay her head close to mine In the light of the moon She looked up and “thank you, “ I heard her say As she sighed and slowly slipped away. COMMENT: This was an actual dream I had after my mom passed at home., where I ook c are of her, from Parkinsonian dementia. Two years later I was diagnosed with an agressive form of Parkinsonism,

Geremia

17 years 5 months ago

Immortality

J.B. Longo-Geremia Thank you. If u read "Dream Dance" it explains everything in ths write joe

Debra Bryant

17 years 5 months ago

Joe

Thank you...had I read all of your work I would have understood. As a nurse I have seen the devastation of Parkinson's Disease. I pray for a cure and for your courage to sustain you. Sincerely; Debbie

Geremia

17 years 5 months ago

J.B. Longo-Geremia:)

J.B. Longo-Geremia :)

Robert Melliard

17 years 5 months ago

Hi LOngo,

This poem is very moving. Perhaps it needs a little introduction in prose in order to explain the context of Parkinson's disease, so that readers can get the full meaning of your lines (like 'Every faltering step'). I hope you have some friends or relatives who can help you through this tough time, though I imagine that poetry and your fond memories of your mother will help. 'Dream Dance' (as featured in your comment above) is also very poignant. I think 'danse' should be 'dance' and 'lay' should be 'laid'- at least in British English - but spelling is unimportant because your deep feelings are clear anyway. Best wishes, Robert.

Nordic cloud

16 years 3 months ago

And you KNOW she is

Ann of Norway And you KNOW she is, we know she is! Longobardolino, she is in every flower in evey bird that flies about you, she watches over you and keeps the warmth in her heart to warm you in your hours of need. Annuccia.