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Heart of a Mother (A Poem for Mother's Day)

Paul is an Engineer. A graduate from a Catholic University. A rebel and a romantic...

This is a photo of my mother and my brother taken in 2008. She was so healthy and vibrant back then.

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Background

I wrote this poem to describe the sadness our family is going thru after my mother was diagnosed with dementia and parkinson's disease. She got sick in 2014. According to my father, sometime in summer of 2014 my mother got a sprain and just stayed in her room for a month. For a month, she did not talk with anyone and just went out of the room to eat or use the bathroom. When she finally decided to get out, my father noticed something strange -- she cannot write anymore. My mother has diabetes and based on literatures presented to us diabetes may have a role in the development of dementia and parkinson's disease.


She had therapy for years but her condition continued to worsen. Now she cannot do things on her own and barely talks.

I have been away from home for 5 years so she cannot remember who I am anymore. It's really sad to see the woman who taught you how to dream and face the world succumb to a degenerative illness.


But our family must remain strong and keep the faith on God. Now is the time for us to show unconditional love to the matriarch of our family. The mind and body may fail but faith,hope, and love will remain.


Heart of a Mother

She is sitting on a chair
Looking at me with a blank stare.
When she was young she was so fair,
Now she can’t even comb her hair,
Her mind fading away like air.

Through her I was born in this world.
She taught me how to read, write, and pray;
Growing up, she was my backbone;
She celebrated my milestones;
With her care, courage was unfurled.
But now to time she is a prey.

I thought she was invincible
But life is unpredictable;
Each year she is wilting away.
And each time I think of goodbye,
It feels like the end of the world.
I dread to hear her final sigh.
That day all courage will be furled.

How many prayers must I pray?
For you, My God, to make her stay…

© 2018 Ryan Paul S Balagtas

Comments

Ryan Paul S Balagtas (author) from Philippines on November 02, 2018:

It is heartbreaking Ms. Joan but we just have to accept the fact that our earthly bodies will fail and just focus on the truth that in heaven we will have new bodies that will never fail...

joan rivera on November 02, 2018:

heart breaking.......so hard.

hasmukh A mehta on October 24, 2018:

Even God preferred her womb for birth

and adored her till the death

such was her position

in the matter of human relation

she is an embodiment of real love

we too have believed

and loved her so much

she is admired as such

she must be looked after well

when her age suffers to tell

about the old age effect

we must come into act

we owe our existence

and show our allegiance

she should remain happy

and peacefully end the journey

We have no words to praise

But we can raise

Her status to that of God

So we can ever remain in her fold

Hasmukh Anathalal Mehta

PoetikalyAnointed on October 19, 2018:

Amen to that.

Peace, Grace and Mercy is everything!

Ryan Paul S Balagtas (author) from Philippines on October 19, 2018:

Hi PoetikalyAnointed! In the early years I have been making prayers that force God to heal my mother....Now...though it still hurts....I have accepted that it is part of his plan....So now I pray for peace and joy despite this...

PoetikalyAnointed on October 19, 2018:

Oh Lord, Bless your heart, Paul!

Your loving words of your mom broke my heart! I'm sorry for your family and I pray that God will bring strength, peace and mercy to you all.

It's never easy to see a loved one like this. I've experienced this to some degree and it does break your heart.

I hope writing about this helps you deal just a little bit.

Ryan Paul S Balagtas (author) from Philippines on October 15, 2018:

Yes it is....I actually left our home for a job in 2014 and I finally returned home this year she cannot remember me anymore....Wrote the poem during her birthday this year....

Shannon Henry from Texas on October 15, 2018:

So hard to watch someone forget people they love. Your poem is a testiment to the pain.