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After | Ciarán Parkes

In the weeks after your death,
your face, the sound of your voice
disappeared from my memory,
then came back, projected onto people
in the street, turning up everywhere, as if

you had swung into a darkness where
not even thoughts could reach, and then
echoed back, amplified. The dark side
of the moon perhaps, I remember you telling me
how the moon dragged all living things towards it

and we had to fight against its pull. Too late
now to balance out the pull
it had on you, for you to give your side
of this conversation, bring me down to earth,
tell me strange facts I hadn’t heard before.

Gone, like your pain and all the things
we could have done together, your smile,
your restless intelligence, your touch.
I could have phoned you once, or wrote, but now
can’t reach to you, can’t lose you from my sight.

Heal | Parin

October 22, 2023 / Best Poetry / elegy poems, loss poems, mourning poems, sad poetry, sadness poems / Leave a Comment

I think that I’m going crazy,
as all my thoughts are unclear and hazy,
the incident was a nightmare so dark,
that it left on me a permanent mark.

She was my guardian,
she was my best friend,
my mother was one in a trillion,
on whom I could always depend.

No one can ever take her place,
a mother will always hold a special spot in your heart,
even though she’s been gone now for months and days,
yet it feels like this is just the start.

I can’t stop crying,
I see her everywhere,
to reach out to her is what I am trying,
but oh she is not really there.

I feel as if I’m dying from inside,
people all around try to bring me comfort,
but it’s like all the flowers around me have died,
and their comforting words seem to me as useless as the dirt.

I am missing her so much,
it’s beyond my capability to explain,
the memory of my mom’s soft and gentle touch,
is something with me that will always remain.

I am numb,
I feel empty,
weightless such as a falling leaf,
the very leaf that settled on my mother’s grave,
that lies now in front of me.

After all she was my mother,
no one can understand how I feel,
I can lament all summer,
but this is something from which I have to heal.