Legacy: Cry, But Not Forever…(For Our Mothers)

Scott Batchelor…poet, brother of the moon, friend. For so many years I wish not to count, he has shared his soul, he has bared his purity, he has defined what true friendship is. And his words…oh, his words. His poetry sings to me like a clarion all these years later…enveloping me as if he were singing the words of the very core of my soul.

Last year, I posted a memorial on the 16th anniversary of my Mother’s death. In the comments, Scott once again sang to me in his innate profundity.  And he sang it to all of you too.

So, here, on the 16th anniversary of Mom’s death is Scott’s song for me.  For himself (he too lost his very own…) But also, for you. And our mothers.

Mother hindsight. Mother of us all.

*****

Cry, But Not Forever

My words don’t come easily…
They crest like tears on the edge of eye lids…
Barely believing that I can go on…without you,
But still I hear you say… “Cry…it’s natural”
But don’t morn me forever
I will be safe in this new place…
The gates of a garden unknown…let me pass
When the time has come…
Tears…on the edge of eyes barely holding on…
Oh…we are orphans at your graves,
Giving up on ever seeing you again…
Dropping coins in wells for wishes that will
Never come true…
How can I believe that I will not be missed…by you…
You were strong enough to wait..
.until we were gone from sight,
You closed your eyes…
as ours filled with tears
Standing here…
we see what you meant,
Those words were so sacred…never spoken aloud
Just whispered over our hands…in a prayer…in a tome…in a poem…
that’s been a long time coming…
still death awaits us all…
he’s sitting on the benches…
he’s standing in the corners…
with wings ready to wrap around us
Mother can you tell me…
Are you safely…on the other side…?
Can I light this candle once more…?
Will it make sense when my time comes?
We are orphans now…
Standing at your grave…
And it’s hard to say it…
With wings…like arms…wrapped around us…
And so…I close my eyes…for dreams to come…
For memories to remain…forever…lasting…

“For Our mothers…
who are gone, but not forgotten”

Scott Batchelor
Blackwidow
@2009 Back To The Wall Poetry/Candle Waxx Productions


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One thought on “Legacy: Cry, But Not Forever…(For Our Mothers)

  1. Dearest Jeffrey…
    You live for ever in my heart…
    in my life and in my dreams…
    when I long for the soul that has joined me in this journey of life…how fated we are…
    a soft silver chain will remain for ever our link…I miss you & Love you Most of all…My dear Friend…My Scarecrow…with whom I travel down this yellow path of dreams and visions…You remain…always!

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