Hello friends. Here is a Great Words Quotes in Poem for Lost MOM (RIP MOTHER) as we regret the loss of one of the precious gift of the God in the world. These are consoling words from a great heart who loved his mom from bottom of his heart.
“MY MOTHER GETS DRESSED
It is impossible for my mother to do even
the simplest things for herself anymore
so we do it together,
get her dressed.
I choose the clothes without
zippers or buckles or straps,
clothes that are simple
but elegant, and easy to get into.
Otherwise, it’s just like every other day.
After bathing, getting dressed.
The stockings go on first.
This time, it’s the new ones,
the special ones with opaque black triangles
that she’s never worn before,
bought just two weeks ago
at her favorite department store.
We start with the heavy, careful stuff of the right toes
into the stocking tip
then a smooth yank past the knob of her ankle
and over her cool, smooth calf
then the other toe
cool ankle, smooth calf
up the legs
and the pantyhose is coaxed to her waist.
You’re doing great, Mom,
I tell her
as we ease her body
against mine, rest her whole weight against me
to slide her black dress
with the black empire collar
over her head
struggle her fingers through the dark tunnel of the sleeve.
I reach from the outside
deep into the dark for her hand,
grasp where I can’t see for her touch.
You’ve got to help me a little here, Mom
I tell her
then her fingertips touch mine
and we work her fingers through the sleeve’s mouth
together, then we rest, her weight against me
before threading the other fingers, wrist, forearm, elbow, bicep
and now over the head.
I gentle the black dress over her breasts,
thighs, bring her makeup to her,
put some color on her skin.
Green for her eyes.
Coral for her lips.
I get her black hat.
She’s ready for her company.
I tell the two women in simple, elegant suits
waiting outside the bedroom, come in.
They tell me, She’s beautiful.
Yes, she is, I tell them.
I leave as they carefully
zip her into
the black body bag.
Three days later,
I dream a large, green
suitcase arrives.
When I unzip it,
my mother is inside.
Her dress matches
her eyeshadow, which matches
the suitcase
perfectly. She’s wearing
coral lipstick.
“I’m here,” she says, smiling delightedly, waving
and I wake up.
Four days later, she comes home
in a plastic black box
that is heavier than it looks.
In the middle of a meadow,
I learn a naked
more than naked.
I learn a new way to hug
as I tighten my fist
around her body,
my hand filled with her ashes
and the small stones of bones.
I squeeze her tight
then open my hand
and release her
into the smallest, hottest sun,
a dandelion screaming yellow at the sky.”
― Daphne Gottlieb,
I will remember her sweet face and giving nature,
She will always be remembered for her pure heart,
Please stay strong and we will pray for her!RIP MOM
May you find peace and inner comfort soon,
We are there with you in your most difficult time,
It is not so easy,
But, still keep the hope alive,
And this too shall pass!Rest in Peace Mother
The loss is unbearable, but the memories are sweet.
I share your pain and sorrow. We are always there with you.
May the lovely soul rest blissfully in the gardens of heaven.
Originally posted 2015-06-11 08:09:18.
