. Poetry from The Great In-Between: Cancer. The collector of so many beautiful souls.

Sunday, October 24, 2021

Cancer. The collector of so many beautiful souls.


 (A lone voice whispers)


Although you left me
One tragic night

Forever my beloved mother

Leaving me heartbroken with a deep pain

From which I hope time doesn't heal and I never recover

I'll always look to the bright stars

Looking for a divine sign

Like a shooting star to bring hope to me and so many others

Who in silence may still suffer

For losing a mother is like looking at life 

In black and white
Without the colour

Especially in summer

My memories of you will always come before all others

For you were with me in the very beginning

And I was with you at the very end

And as I held your soft lukewarm hand and watched

As you gave out your last breath as you stared into my sad tired red eyes

When you gave my hand a final squeeze

In that single pivotal moment

I knew you had been reincarnated

Especially when that beautiful blue and yellow butterfly

Suddenly out of the blue landed on our clasped hands

And its wings gently fluttered before flying in three circles and disappearing

My message to you
Dearest reader

Treasure your mother if she's a good soul

For the impact of losing her will last forever

If the Tall Cancer Man

Decides it's time to call and collect her

Copyright John Duffy

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