Long Distance | Mother Grief Poems

Long Distance
(Mother Grief Poems)

Though my mother was already two years dead
Dad kept her slippers warming by the gas ..
put hot water bottles, her side of the bed
and still went to renew her transport pass.

You couldn’t just drop in you had to phone
He’d put you off an hour, to give him time ..
to clear away her things and look alone
as though his still raw love, were such a crime.

He couldn’t risk my blight of disbelief
though sure that very soon ..
He’d hear her key scrape, in the rusted lock
and end his grief.

He knew she’d just popped out to get the tea
I believe life ends, with death and that is all ..
You haven’t both gone shopping, just the same
in my new black leather phone book there’s your name
and the disconnected number, I still call.

– Tony Harrison

Time Does Not Bring Relief | In Loving Memory Poems

Time Does Not Bring Relief
(In Loving Memory Poems)

Time does not bring relief, you all have lied
Who told me time would ease me of my pain!
I want him at the shrinking of the tide.
The old snows melt from every mountain-side.
And last year’s leaves are smoke in every lane
But last year’s bitter loving must remain.
Heaped on my heart, and my old thoughts abide.
There are a hundred places where I fear
To go – so with his memory they brim.
And entering with relief some quiet place
Where never fell his foot or shone his face
I say, ‘There is no memory of him here!’
And so stand stricken, so remembering him.

– Edna St Vincent Millay (1892 -1950)

I Measure Every Grief By Emily Dickinson | In Loving Memory Poems

I Measure Every Grief
(In Loving Memory Poems)

I measure every grief I meet
With analytic eyes ..
I wonder if it weighs like mine
Or has an easier size.

I wonder if they bore it long
Or did it just begin?
I could not tell the date of mine
It feels so old a pain.

I wonder if it hurts to live
And if they have to try ..
And whether, could they choose between
They would not rather die.

I wonder if when years have piled
Some thousands..on the cause ..
Of early hurt, if such a lapse
Could give them any pause.

Or would they go on aching still
Through centuries above ..
Enlightened to a larger pain
By contrast with the love.

The grieved are many, I am told
The reason deeper lies ..
Death is but one and comes but once
And only nails the eyes.

There’s grief of want, and grief of cold
A sort they call despair ..
There’s banishment from native eyes
In sight of native air.

And though I may not guess the kind
Correctly yet to me ..
A piercing comfort it affords
In passing Calvary.

To note the fashions of the cross
Of those that stand alone ..
Still fascinated to presume
That some are like my own.

– Emily Dickinson

And God Said | In Loving Memory Poems

And God Said
(In Loving Memory Poems)

I said, “God, I hurt.”
And God said, “I know.”
I said, “God, I cry a lot.”
And God said, “That is why I gave you tears.”
I said, “God, I am so depressed.”
And God said, “That is why I gave you sunshine.”
I said, “God, life is so hard.”
And God said, “That is why I gave you loved ones.”
I said, “God, my son died.”
And God said, “So did mine.”
I said, “God, it is such a loss.”
And God said, “I saw my son nailed to a cross.”
I said, “God, but your loved one lives.”
And God said, “So does yours.”
I said, “God, where are they now?”
And God said, “Mine is on My right and yours is in the Light.”
I said, “God, it hurts.”
And God said, “I know.”