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“If Only a Mother’s Love Could Have Saved You”–A Poem of Longing

My Forever Son

If Only a Mother’s Love Could Have Saved You

by Beth Brown
 Bones bear girth 
 where once, love birthed you, 
 arms cradled and rocking,
 love holding you to you.
  
 If only a mother's love
 could have saved you,
 been there to catch you fall 
 tears stilled by the heavens 
  
 to where now and forever,
 you forever are­­.
  
 Your descent of life
 hers, labored love born,
 on wings beating too wildly
 and too soon your own.

 Your beat of heart hers,
 now her own to live on,
 sick pulse of ache
 holding death in her arms.

 Oh my heart
 and oh my son,
 without you life empties
 yet love forever beats on.

 And so now, my forever,
 "Why?" replete in my soul,
 which has always, and still child,
 moved in grooves you made whole.
  
 If only a mother's love 
 could have saved you—
 If only she had heard your heart cry,
 she could save you yet both together, 
 Take back that night we fell from the sky.
  
 ©Beth Brown
 All rights reserved
 

   

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Suicide Loss and Complicated Grief-When Grief Gets Stuck

Isn’t All Grief Complicated? I am a bereaved parent of an only child who died by suicide in 2012. Does that mean I had (and still have–on some days), “Complicated Grief”? The Shape of My Grief When I lost my only child, my 20-year-old son Dylan, to suicide in June of 2012, no one referred […]

From Sorrow to Joy : How Pain Colors Loss

It’s on my refrigerator door–a small, rectangular magnet wedged between a “Choose Hope” magnet and a photograph of my son. The image on the magnet startles. Think Edvard Munch crossed with Vincent Van Gogh. An image depicting a bit of both artists: the sheer starkness of Munch’s scream on a yellow-splashed figure with arms uplifted […]

By Beth Brown

Rememberer of dreams. Whisperer of gardens green.
At the whim of "Most Beloved" and a hot cup of tea.
I live life between, straddled here now and then,
My continuity through writing--
Pen dripping ink, mind swirling confused,
Love lingering still, and Most Beloved's purring soothes.

Blogger at "Gardens at Effingham" (where cats do the talking) and "My Forever Son" (where a mother's heart runs deep after losing her son to suicide)
Musician. Writer. Literary Connoisseur.
At the whim of a calico cat and a strong cup of tea.