You Used to Sing

 

 

You used to sing

When your heart was light

Your voice so harmonious

When life was easier

 

I remember that time

When your heart sang too

Joy came visiting

More often than now

 

Your voice went silent

Many years ago

Tunes of resentment

Are your music instead

 

Now fear has crept in

Pain has joined too

They’ve settled in deep

Happiness pushed out

 

No longer able

No longer can

Simple tasks

Bring you grief

 

Face contorted

With anguished woe

You’ve clutched so tight

To your suffering

 

It’s made its home

Within your bones

And with your acceptance

It’s come right in

 

Can’t let it go

It’s become a friend

A crutch, a tool

To have its way

 

We try our best

To give you help

To serve and attend

And offer assist

 

But your bitterness flies

And attacks the innocent

Our spirit crushes

Underneath the assault

 

Poor, poor mother

We fill up with compassion

Such a dilemma

We wish you well…

 

Mom, circa 1980s

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  1. Wow. It must be hard. Thanks for the ping.

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  2. Yeah, it’s hard for all involved. But we still manage to have some good times too.

    Hugs…

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  3. i am sorry you are going through this…but i am glad you have found some good times along the way…

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  4. This is so sad, Gayle. May peace be granted to all concerned.

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  5. Deeply sad and heartfelt piece. Thanks for sharing

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  6. This has such a sad and poignant delivery. I wonder if we ever really know all of someone’s situation though. When related to someone we assume we do, but I question. Soulful and haunting.

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    • No, I don’t think we can really ever know–I sure agree with that. Although knowing much of the hardship my mother has endured through the years–I don’t wonder much.

      Thank you for your visit and sharing your views–I appreciate it.

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  7. Awful when anyone has to go through this, but at least there are some happy times.

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  8. Not easy at all. Your pain is in every line.

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    • No, not always easy–but at least I have the support of my brothers and sisters.

      Thanks so much for your visit and comment for me.

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  9. Sorry you are going through this.

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  10. I’m truly sorry that you’re having to deal with this. It is hard to try and be someone’s “light” when they are hellbent on staying in darkness. I applaud you for staying and continuing to try.

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    • Thank you very much for those sweet words. Yes, sometimes it’s hard and I want to run away–but I don’t. 🙂

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  11. You describe a reality all too common. Writing and reading of it in poetic form may help us to avoid the same fate.

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  12. some people give in to life’s cruel batterings. its sad but reality. i believe strength differs from person to person.

    some people just cant forget bitter past, and some sing even when their present is bitter.

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    • You are so right about people having different strengths. She has many too but she can be so hurtful at times. It stuns me every time…

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  13. Very sad for your mom and for your family. You’ve written it out well here, and there is something about the aging mind. People are not themselves anymore it seems to me. So different.

    How lovely your mom looks in the photograph. I can see where you get your own good looks from.

    Blessings! Hang tough …

    Hugs!

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    • It is sad–I think mostly for her. This isn’t new behavior for her. She could always hit you with a good “zinger” if she got annoyed. But now, we kids have confronted her about it and I told her we don’t deserve her anger. She is doing better–really trying.

      My mother has always been very attractive. Still, today–she looks great for an 85 year old. And thank you for the compliment, Jamie. 🙂

      I think writing about issues can be helpful.

      Hugs, Jamie!

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  14. Aging … such a mystery. You have described a very common facet of it. Your experience helps. So sorry you have to go through this. One consolation is that you are the director of the play.

    I know a great many aging people and find that the ones who were joyful and happy when they were younger continue to be. In fact, they become more joyful. Those who are cranky or edgy seem to have been that way all along. I suppose that is where they get the statement, ” Grumpy Old Man” or Woman”.

    Hugs and Blessings to you,
    Izzy xoxox

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    • Yes, aging is a mystery and it can be such a difficult time for those who have been so independent and it slowly slips away from them.

      My Mom has always been kind of unpredictable with her moods. There’s some deep seated pain inside that is unresolved I’m sure. Sad. But she still has some sweetness there too–thank God!

      Blessings,
      Gayle xoxo

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