In Honour of Helen

I celebrate Your Birthday,
Mother,
Your iron hand inside
a velvet glove
Your tender touch
and Your fist
wrapped around my heart,

letting go...

how can I ever be
separate from You
O Mother Mine?

This is no grave
where there is Love.

5/22/11- 3/28/84

— Kailashana, May 22, 2009

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yenti

17 years ago

A Mother

That never lets you go held by your memories, a lovely thought and one that will last till you meet again, she is but a thought away. We always light a candle for all day, just to be there on those special days when they draw closer to us, or we ask them to be closer, always remember they will walk with you all it needs is for you to ask, Yours Ian.T

Kailashana

17 years ago

Strangely, i find it

Strangely, i find it exceedingly difficult to write poems of my parents... too personal and too painful. I think when you're dead you're dead, and all that is alive is our memories, however, I've had incredible and outrageously strange occurrences of these memories of my dead loved ones... something must survive both of us... all of us... perhaps our personal universe collapses into a void...a black hole, so to speak, and thus an entirely new universe is about to be born through the eyes of new life... Much love Ian, ~A "No one shall be subjected to torture or to cruel, inhuman or degrading treatment of punishment." Article 5 of the Universal Declaration of Human Rights.

Kailashana

17 years ago

Angels, heavenly sky,

Angels, heavenly sky, somersaults? that's the makings of another poem... lol. love to you and yours Blanka, Anna "No one shall be subjected to torture or to cruel, inhuman or degrading treatment of punishment." Article 5 of the Universal Declaration of Human Rights.

Arrow

17 years ago

I have a mother,

also made of velvet and iron. Maybe all mothers are. This made me cry. I also don't think people live on but still you see bits of their essence everywhere, making the love and the grief constantly fresh-for me, anyway. Loved this. I give you stars, though, somehow, it doesn't seem appropriate for something so personal.

Kailashana

17 years ago

Yes, indeed Arrow…. I

Yes, indeed Arrow.... I think my children would say the same thing about me... That's why I am certain there is a reality we can experience, a reality that knows no separation, the glue of which is love...from nowhere we come and we return to nowhere...live from nowhere to nowhere but within this ONE dream... Much love, Arrow, thank you for reading. Blessings to your Mom. ~A "No one shall be subjected to torture or to cruel, inhuman or degrading treatment of punishment." Article 5 of the Universal Declaration of Human Rights.

meic

17 years ago

My mother would applaud you

My mother would applaud you for the simple and honest beauty of your words. As do I. A lovely tribute. Mike "not all matterings of mind equal one violet" ~ e e cummings ~