It Will…

by N J Thornton   Jan 25, 2005


She gripped the lace fingers,
interlocking with her own.
Reaching out her other, she stroked
the back of her mothers, brittle hand.
“It will be all right.”
The one who always watched over her,
was now being watched over.
They breathed together taking in short,
lifeless attempts to stay alive.
She gazed at her mother sleeping,
probably didn’t even know of
the presence at her bedside.
Carefully she watched for a whisper,
or a sign she may be awakening.
One second, one minute, one hour,
Then…
One sharp arduous gasp.
“It \will\ be all right,”
her mother spoke.

**This is for my mother.

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  • 19 years ago

    by shawn hoskins

    Very sad i hope the best for your mother 5/5

  • 19 years ago

    by pinkalias

    Lovely, your thoroughed detail adds beauty while the anticipation to hear the mother utter words to acknowledge awareness of existance and comfort creates a more in depth emotional connection to the piece. I really admired the first lines,
    "She gripped the lace fingers,
    interlocking with her own.
    Reaching out her other, she stroked
    the back of her mothers, brittle hand."
    They intercept symbols of the mother's love with the fragileness of her frail body.
    Greatest wishes the operation was successful. Lovely job

  • 19 years ago

    by Lucy

    good discriptive writing, i like the style, it is not my own, but i wish i could brach out and do something like this, very nice, you write what you see through wrods, nice job with this
    *doll parts*

  • 19 years ago

    by Austin

    SIlver wow I am in awe I connected with this poem because I have down all that it said because I lsot my mother when I was nine so It was very meaningfull and i wish only the ending was the same Great job though amazing work of emotion as far as your mother best of wishes and great health I pray upon her and you

  • 19 years ago

    by Leah20

    I liked the emotion that you conveyed in this poem, poetry doesn't have to rhyme to be good, and this poem proved that fact.

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