All day the stars watch from long ago
my mother said I am going now
when you are alone you will be all right
whether or not you know you will know
look at the old house in the dawn rain
all the flowers are forms of water
the sun reminds them through a white cloud
touches the patchwork spread on the hill
the washed colors of the afterlife
that lived there long before you were born
see how they wake without a question
even though the whole world is burning
— W.S. Merwin, from his Pulitzer-Prize winning book The Shadow of Sirius (Copper Canyon Press, 2008).
Words for the Year 
This poem by W.S. Merwin is so beautiful and timely. My mother died on February 16th. This Mother’s Day felt so empty.
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Oh revricki, I am so sorry for your loss. My mother died nine years ago and her loss still stings. It’s a pain I’m not sure we ever get used to, but in time scar tissue will form over the empty space and the pain will transform.
I still feel her, shining in the sunlight and in the twinkling of stars and for that I am so grateful. I still talk to her. She still answers…just in different ways now. You will learn to hear your mother, to feel her. Every day is now Mother’s Day for you, too.
A fellow reader John L. lost his mother last week. He left a moving comment on yesterday’s poem “Flare” by Mary Oliver. It may comfort you, too.
Dorianne Laux’s poetry helped me especially with my grief. Two of her poems are here. Read them when you’re ready. Know you are loved, you’re not alone. Love and light to you and your family, Christy
https://wordsfortheyear.com/2016/05/08/mothers-day-by-dorianne-laux/
https://wordsfortheyear.com/2018/03/21/on-the-edge-by-dorianne-laux-repost/
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Beautiful. Thank you so much for choosing and sharing these poems.
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Thank you for sharing this space with me, Beverly, I appreciate you.
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This. poem. thank. you.
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I feel you on this.
So. Much. This.
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