TheBanyanTree: May 3rd

[R J Fernalld]

 May 3rd

Nevermore just another day
laundry and dishes notwithstanding.
This day is different, as am I.
The anniversary day is separate
though the sunshine and chores
inevitably arrive and the sun goes
to bed like always. This day
is enveloped in a veil of its own...
brings with it the painful shadows,
opens again her grave and
draws me in. My memory floods, 
threatening again to drown.
The pain comes again fresh with
sorrow's dilemma...does one relive,
retell, regrieve, or has it been a
perpetual pain and grief from the
moment the voice said she was gone?
Days have passed enough to dry
the daily tears, but have not healed
the wound, nor the scar in the earth
that swallowed her. The scar in
the heart of this daughter's never
quite closed, the mayflowers
and Mother's Day cards in her
hands beneath the ground...decayed.
Nevermore just another day...
never again for the day is different, 
as am I, as I ever will be.

copyright R J Fernalld 2004

"I miss you, Mama"
 
A friend is someone who will bail you out of jail. 
A best friend is the one sitting beside you saying, 
'Damn that was fun.'