"and the angel of all mortal things lets go the string..."-- Galway Kennell
Happy Mothers Day
I'm thankful for the amount of time I got to have with my Mother, although I've been without her since 2005. I couldn't have had a better parent, she couldn't have done anything better. There simply wasn't a better Mother.
But being without her is the worst void a person can survive. Thats all I feel like saying about that right now.
One of my favorite poets, Galway Kennell wrote a poem that describes the relationship between mother and child in a way never previously recorded, with a clarity that usually remains hidden in the conscious human mind.
Little Sleep's-Head Sprouting Hair In The Moonlight
By Galway Kinnell
You scream, waking from a nightmare.
When I sleepwalk
into your room, and pick you up,
and hold you up in the moonlight, you cling to me
hard,
as if clinging could save us. I think
you think
I will never die, I think I exude
to you the permanence of smoke or stars,
even as
my broken arms heal themselves around you...
...Little sleep's-head sprouting hair in the moonlight,
when I come back
we will go out together,
we will walk out together among
the ten thousand things,
each scratched too late with such knowledge, the wages
of dying is love.
Read the poem in its entirety click here!
Happy Mothers Day!
